Your voice leaves me in total ecstacy
Your music destroys cold reality
Your sound can set me free
I give you my voice willingly
Yet you remain my cruel captor
Leaving me nothing to live for
When you declared this a love war
I wanted him even more
Cold dead hands can't caress me
Yet sweet passion can hold me possesively
Death's smell cannot appeal to me
Yet shower me in roses and I'm sure to be happy
The lion's majestic and powerful
The horse is beautiful and gentle
And so I remain torn between these two
The only real question here is: Who?