04-20-2014, 11:49 PM
I’ve strained and pulled; I’ve given all I can.
Yet bound in links of iron dollar signs
and forced to work these old, exhausted mines,
I’m told that this is how to be a man.
So lately, I’ve been doubting why I’m here:
a faithless soul who’s fated to be lost
a lifetime in a world of counting cost,
and getting by... and cowering, in fear.
But what is this that now I feel so free?
the way you touch my heart… you loose the chains
and gently peel them from their time-worn veins
to show me everything that I can be.
And now, with hope at last, my soul can see
that I belong with you, and you with me.
Yet bound in links of iron dollar signs
and forced to work these old, exhausted mines,
I’m told that this is how to be a man.
So lately, I’ve been doubting why I’m here:
a faithless soul who’s fated to be lost
a lifetime in a world of counting cost,
and getting by... and cowering, in fear.
But what is this that now I feel so free?
the way you touch my heart… you loose the chains
and gently peel them from their time-worn veins
to show me everything that I can be.
And now, with hope at last, my soul can see
that I belong with you, and you with me.