So here I stand, tall and strong, my eyes are glitt’ring steel
And surely I cannot be wrong when you before me kneel
and power courses through my blood, a heady energy
it brings of surety a flood that’s running all through me.

I feel temptation of desire to make you crawl and cry,
And see that your own inner fire for that too does sigh.
To make you suffer, make you bend, take all your power too,
and yet, I know that at the end, this I must do for -you-.

For who am I to stand here so, and feel much better then
you who kneel to me, I know that that is a bad plan.
For I have seen the pain that burns in the heart of those who know
how hate a knife cruelly turns in all their feelings show.

I doubt if I should be the one, to stand here over you
for I am not sure how it’s done, and I am frightened too.
I feel so worthless and so plain, kneeling to others’ feet,
that I am scared to bring you pain with an unthinking deed.

For your submission is a gift, as mine is such as well
and if I feel my own worth lift, it is with yours that fell.
So my responsibility is to take care of you
as I’d need to take care of me, and see -your- needs clear too.

And even though I doubt the wisdom of my choice to lead
I know that I might be the one, to bring you what you need
I have been there, and I have seen how pain can lift or crush
and so I seek the rosy sheen of pain or gentle blush.