Chains
I think I was a poet once
I lived so long ago.
I wrote about the happiness
Within this world of woe.
I can't take bonds upon me
Please don't be so bold
As to think that you can hold me
With love chains made of gold.
For though your chains are gentle
They still are bonds on me
Untie these strings that bind me
Turn me loose and set me free.
I wander through this world by day
I journey forth at night
But all I've ever found for me
Are chains to hold me tight.
I'd rather be a butterfly
And flit from sea to sea
Than be a prisoner of your love
And never more be free.
I once stood on the mountaintop
I watched the eagle soar
I wished that I could fly with him
And come back here no more.