Trapped
Night will fall and day will break
Angels weep for Heavens sake
Whispers fate - a babies cry
Time stands still for you and I
Feel the bit chafe at the reigns
Let the rust eat at your chains
Baby, it's your world
He's trying to map
That keeps you - trapped
Trapped - in the mind
Trapped - in the soul
Trapped - by that band of gold
Restless nights and weary days
Living in your restless haze
Where the night will surely go
Only you and I will ever know
Feel the bit chafe at the reigns
Let the rust eat at your chains
Baby, it's your world
He's trying to map
That keeps you - trapped
Trapped - in the mind
Trapped - in the soul
Trapped - by that band of gold
Leap with me into the night
Let your heart tell you what's right
A wedding band, forged in gold
Holds your heart 'til it grows cold
Copyright © Peter Walsh | Year Posted 2014
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