There was once a love I had found Greater than the spheres Of all knowledge For it held it in one hand A depth that troubled and excited A love that glittered in my heart And stirred me whole That rang the bell In my enlivened cells But a slave I was Watched by day And watched by night Every moment governed By this Roman rule The Romans saw me as this orphan boy Who traveled a chaotic path But in my happiness I whistled in the wind And traveled through peoples hearts
The Romans rules me closely They could see my every hand Slipping closely into this moment When love was on my left I was forced and encaged And humiliated by this Roman rule A dangerous thought Occupied my mind With the enemies attention focused Dominating and controlling my future There legion circulating My golden city of future love Torn into by darkness As this was my last chance corral With much regret I tentatively Pursued my drastic course By blowing the bridge to my golden city And opening the gates to my freedom Much noise and many arrows Rained on me from the Roman rule But they were stranded in my golden city Blind and unable to navigate For I was truly free
I danced and sparkled in my freedom But at what great cost As I looked over the great raven To my golden city of love My last chance corral Had my ego baffled and betrayed me For what great sacrifice What martyrdom is this Had my ego secretly tricked me Had I sacrificed myself Nailing myself to a cross Just that i placed on a hill And raised on a cross That I may look down on my oppressor Had I been a foolish martyr As I may blow an arrow Through every verse For there are many acts we play
Penetrating deeply into every moment We can clear the debris of our life As I am folded layer upon layer of madness Forged into me by the insanity of the world To find my freedom I need to Unlock many gates to my center As I am plagued by many doubts Be careful of the games in this world As there is love and freedom And I fear i missed the two of them But one day I will catch them both
written while reflecting on a past experience and some of the games being played . by : Adam Childs