My Cell

my own guard,
Even when there’s no one there
Passion flows through my vains
and it’s going nowhere
Has no ending and keeps turning
round inside of me
I need someone who can set the passion free
cause I don’t want to be
the guard of my own heart
to protect her from being torn apart
Waiting outside of her prisondoor
waiting for her to come forth
And as the passion knocks on the door
asking to let her out set her free
I don’t want her to be wasted
on the first that comes along
I truely know that my passion
needs the best.
So I stand outside my door
But for now I have the job
to protect this heart
from being broken, from being beat down
because pain keeps going round