Bound by the cities

Bound by another one's pity's

Expect a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen


And I'll take you as walking money

I see you as a pretty big funny

We and I, all have found our place

And you my dear, have barely found a face

Bound to me, and to my briefcase

I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace


Find the comfort in another's eyes

But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise

Find a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen


Stuck in a rut

With no qualities, not knowing what

Who are you and what are you in this city?

Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?

Expect a place to see

Or expect us to be mean


For you are bound

What goes around, comes around

You are stuck here, forever with me

With no voice, or founding plea


For you are bound

My slave, to paint my sacred ground

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To call your writing brilliant

Would be an epic understatement. You write with a tenacity to look beyond the veil, deep inside, and discover the hidden secrets.
To say you've made a fan, would be another understatement; one that can be overstated.

And for your continuing enjoyment

Bound by darkness
Bound by light
Traveled far; let
Fears reside
Trapped and hollow
This selfish pride
That deems tomorrow
As yesterday's plight

"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr