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My eyes I can no longer trust
Deceiving me into this nightmare of lust
Sex with a man I do not love
Dark clouds obscure the star filled sky above
His face is cold and his eyes uncaring
Inside it feels like it is at the devil that I am staring

When will I be set free?
When will someone come to rescue me?

If eyes are the windows into the soul
Then his soul is barren, corrupt and cold
I want to be free and I want to escape
But I feel that it�s been too long and now it�s too late

How long before this time will past?
How long will my torture last?

I cry all day and fight all night
I damn my heart for not giving me sight
To see what pain was at the end of this road
But instead letting this tragic story unfold
Lured away from the one man I truly loved
Only to have my love clipped and caged like a wild dove
Waiting to be set free
Waiting for the chance to be in my old tree

Where is the love of my old tree?
Where is the one that is familiar to me?

Memories corrupted by words of deceit
In my mind over and over your name I repeat
Will my imprisonment ever end?
Or will I be forced to love him or continue to pretend

Why does my world have no sun?
Why can�t I remember when all this begun?

If there is a God, please can you help me
Help me get back to my old tree
My body is tired and my heart is weak
My voice is gone I can no longer speak

What part of my life did I go wrong?
What will I return to after being gone so long?

So I pray for you to pull me trough
Because I feel that no one has the power but you
Email King Jacques
The Crimson Spirit (T.C.S.)
� October 12, 2000
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