Give me my life, oh let me breathe anew!
No, you are holy, pure as morning dew
and I am fuller, richer, than I knew
before I gave my heart and soul to you.
In all my fullness, wealth and plentitude
you clothe my world, you give it health and food,
your angel-smile lifts me from my dark mood
until my soul knows not its attitude.
Your blanket blocks my mouth, my ear, my eye,
in its warm folds I cannot sleep nor sigh
for it envelops, blacks out sun and sky.
My words are lost, no longer can I fly.
Give me my wings, I want my stallion back!
I want to wander, leave the beaten track,
I want to find that which the dullards lack:
life undiluted, a life devoid of slack.
Your sea of love drags me and my life down,
I surface, gasping, your sun burns my life brown,
within your waves who am I to still frown?
yet, in their midst all I can do is drown.
Yes, your love is just as the reddest rose
that, unaware, one day I saw and chose,
not knowing that its perfumes me make doze
and pricks my freedom, my soul engulfed in woes.
Now give me strength, oh sun and sky above!
I must now break a bond made out of love,
I must reclaim my hand from in her glove,
I must take wing, but execute a dove.
Will I be able to do that which I plan?
I am in doubt, I know not if I can
cut off the arms to which one day I ran,
for it is flawed, a rhyme that does not scan.
Yet if I'm not resolved and strong today,
if I pause now, if now I swoon and sway,
blocked, drowned and pricked, my soul will pine away,
so leave me not! Oh Strength, please do not stray!