Like a bird I long to fly free into your arms,
Though they soon will become a prison to me.
For freedom is forever fleeting,
Though if I had to choose a prison to live in,
Yours would be the sweetest my love.
Break my wings and suffocate me with your presence,
Freedom is an illusion,
I’d trade it all, I’d be your prisoner,
If it meant I’d be yours.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
Like a bird I long to fly free into your arms,
Though they soon will become a prison to me.
For freedom is forever fleeting,
Though if I had to choose a prison to live in,
Yours would be the sweetest my love.
Break my wings and suffocate me with your presence,
Freedom is an illusion,
I’d trade it all, I’d be your prisoner,
If it meant I’d be yours.
