Bound by nothing
but chains in my heart
blinded by naught
but my own hand’s dart.
I’ve paved my way
into lonely man’s shadow
I am a child,
naïve, bold, and callow.
I cannot care for you
as you care for me
you’re holding my heart
when it yearns to be free.
I know what Love is
He’s come to me afore
He gave be his wares
and over them did I pour.
But he’s left me alone
and taken his gifts
I only sit in the carnage,
through my fingers it sifts.
You may hold me though,
with arms so strong
I can’t say you’re right,
I can’t say you’re wrong.
But I am a bird
and birds love the sky,
you’re simply a tree
in whose shadow I cry.