Bound
I am but a prisoner
held by memories of a grieving mind
There seem’s no key that can release me
Save the healing hands of time
Were I not chained…….so tightly bound
by responsibilities which hold me tight
I would be pursuing you my love
With every ounce of mortal might
This burning flame - my loving heart -
and my soul - born but for you
I live in prayerful hope- and taste of dream
our time together be not through
Yet here am I……..by service bound,
Swaying upon the seas
With fearful thought,,,best of our love……
be found in our memories
Chained
Without hope of escape
Forced to replay
Our days now past
Bitter tears,,,,,the only sweetness yet remaining
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