The whisper of your voice soft in my ear
Sends me to places surrounded by fear
Tingling my nerves, erecting my soul
Begging you tell me
Which way to go

Surrender is not a choice
A given, a gift, mumbling my voice
The strongest of persons
Normally or so
Begging you tell me
Which way to go

Be careful with my heart
So easily bruised
It has been damaged
And so badly used

You have pushed the right button
And found the right key
Eyes fogging and lowering a knee
My heart is pounding
I give you my all
The strongest of women
Is now feeling small