A key you give, to free me from my
chains
gladly received. I wish in truth it
would
unlock the bonds, break open what
remains.
I'd bear the lash, if cost be paid
in blood.
What would I choose, if I to choose
were free?
What twisting path, the calling of
my heart?
To choose a life, to choose a love,
to see,
I lack the skill. Some bonds will
never part.
Some chains are of the soul, or of
the will,
some forced, some sold, yet some are
freely taken.
Some I chafe against, yet bear them
still,
to others I will cling, or be
forsaken.
And so, though you may hand to me
the key,
the lock is held yet by cruel fate's
decree.
One voice alone can only do so much
a single line, a simple melody.
One voice alone another's heart may
touch
but feather-light. It is in harmony
-
in voiced joined - that true music
is made.
Those aching chords, that soaring
ecstasy,
that lingers long, though notes
themselves do fade
to feed the soul. Speak of
simplicity
of solo string, or fierce orchestral
might -
I tell you true, not one of them
compare
to your sweet voice, so glorious, so
bright.
To sing with you, I'll raise my
voice and dare.
Lay bare my love, so I might beg of
thee
to join me in euphoric harmony.
Give me pain, my love, and sweetest
bliss
I’ll take from you, or none at all
I’ll bear the whip, the chains, all
this,
and cry for more. I’ll scream. I’ll
crawl
for you, but you. Only at your hand
will I bear the lash. Only in your
fist
I’ll place the knife. Only your
command
I will obey. Only for your kiss
I will submit. Do what you will,
bind me, hold me, take my voice,
pierce me, hurt me, feel me thrill
all at your touch. This is my
choice.
For you I’ll beg, for you I’ll
plead,
your adoration my deepest need.
