Like a prisoner you have me bound to you
But not with chains of hard blue steel
No counting days and weeks till freedom due.
There was no crime, or deed, or whistle blew
There are no prison bars, my hands to feel
Like a prisoner you have me bound to you.
Instead its bonds of love that the angels brew
A wound from Cupid's dart that will not heal
No counting days and weeks till freedom due.
No fear of breakout or escape, no strike or coup
My life is sealed by chance, just one deal
Like a prisoner you have me bound to you.
I'll be a model prisoner, I will not go askew
Forever true and honest and on an even keel
No counting days and weeks till freedom due.
Instead the end of each passing day I rue
You can guarantee, there will be no appeal.
Like a prisoner you have me bound to you
No counting days and weeks till freedom due.
(C)2009, Ryter Roethical
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