IN ME A HOSTAGE
Free to go away, free to fly away but I stay,
Unlock this prison, it’s safe to walk outside.
Sentenced was I by this man in a mirror,
Hold on tight as through the night chained as I sleep.
A crime of love, guilty and my choice clearly seen,
Scars it carries, in me a hostage clinging to yesterday.
To the ground I fell like a broken doll, crumbled,
A gun to myself pointed, not knowing it was empty.
Behind bars for no reason, put there by a jury of one,
No judge sitting up high, only myself reading the verdict.
I held myself prisoner for many months as the keys sat before me,
With eyes opened I grabbed those keys and let a man free, walk.