A Willing Prisoner Of Love
I am your prisoner, as sure as there's love.
Bound in a cage like a single white dove.
To spread my wings with no place to fly;
Will you set me free or watch me die.
With a tear in your eye and sadness in your heart,
You release my soul, tearing yours apart.
I leap from my perch and out the door,
to swoop on down, landing there on the floor.
Up I look, gazing into your eyes,
Extending my wings I start to rise.
Into the air I soar with pride,
Only to land right there by your side.
My wings now arms, I embrace you tight,
You need worry no more; for all is right.
As I am still your prisoner, willingly and uncaged.