Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Americana

Prisoner of Love

1 comment:

Mark said...

Alone from night to night you'll find me
too weak to break the chains that bind me.
I need no shackles to remind me,
I'm just a prisoner of love.
For one command,
I stand and wait
now from one who's master of my fate now.
I can't escape
for it's too late now,
I'm just a prisoner of love.
What's the good of my caring
if someone is sharing
those arms with me.
Although she has another,
I can't find another
for I'm not free.
She's in my dreams awake or sleeping,
upon my knees to her I'm creeping,
My very life is in her keeping,
I'm just a prisoner of love.