I felt the sorrow rise in me

And knew I was no longer free,

For I, a prisoner made of me

When I could no longer see,

Me, my Self, apart from Thee.

Love took my dignity. 

 

I thought I’d learn from the past,            

And find maturity at last,

And work hard at the task

Of finally learning how to ask

For what I need and do it fast.

But the dice had been cast.

 

Leaving me to deal with fate,

And no way to communicate,

That I was willing to wait

And make this love great,

And not something second-rate.

But, It was too late.

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