Shackled

Love in the first degree 
So soulful, wild and free? 
Like the wind that hugs the tree 
So the laming hope can see

I met her, I was half-free
But I had the liberty 
But the young heart could not see
For her soul is bound to thee

I wish I could unshackle the fold 
To have her till we grow old 
So when the night time calls the mold 
I'll be with her to hold

For the heart is made of gold 
But  the feeling is so cold 
For it's bound and sealed in hold 
Like a tale that can't be told

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