Every battle that I ran too was the dream that you walked into and the war fought was just me just seeking you,
and you captured me and in your chains I lay down in your arms and cried and all the pain I cried out was for you,
but the end was coming we both knew the battles we attended few could you do any more for me than die?
And I wonder now why church bells ring out loud to break the silence when the dark clouds hover closely over me.
I hear the battle songs while I’m asleep you keep me tight when in your dreams you walk into my dreams and say,
I want you,
and I’m captured once again in rapture, another chance and one more war
another capture what are you waiting for?
© 2015, John Smallshaw.