Copyright Jade Windchime 2005
What could be love, now remains lust, And all words sound strained; Sprouting in my heart, seeds of mistrust, My life-force slowly drained. Evidence of doubt is all I could find, Trapped in the workings of Demons in my mind.
Have I not the courage to open my eyes, Bathe in your light and glory; Surrounding myself with deceit and lies, Masquerading my life's story. I could not leave my fears behind, Trapped in the workings of Demons in my mind.
O! Prince Charming with all your splendor, Worthy I not of thee; When stripped my soul of all its honor, An ugly reflection I see. For yet I have learnt true love and divine, Trapped in the workings of Demons in my mind.
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