Slave that strange and crazy word,
keeps running through my head,
and sometimes makes me feel real hurt,
and sometimes very wet.

But torn in two, is what I daily feel,
it’s all so new, I drown in eyes of steel.
And yet my head won’t let me go,
it wants me all my life to know,
that I will never stop to grow,
but I just want my joy to flow..

Submission gives, the meaning to my life,
I live to please, and bend ‘neath every strife,
and now I finally can see
why critics mean such hurt to me,
why I just cannot stronger be,
for I am slave, I feel not free.

And yet my strength, shows also what I need,
and I know that, those signs are there to heed,
those signs are only there to show,
what I need in my life to grow.
And I fear being slave will slow
the paths I’m walking on to grow..

So I feel lost, between the choices there
for slavery, and freedom do I care,
and both sides are too much for me,
I can only a mixture see,
not bound and yet not really free?
How very strange that life will be..

My balance lost, my goal in life is gone
I feel so lost, so loved, and yet alone..