Prisoner of Love
When love takes you captive
It's much to late for me. Who can save me now?
You may think that you can, but I ask you "How?"
How can you save one who's already fallen?
One that is too far gone to hear you callin'?
I'm caught in the current, adrift in the tide.
There's nowhere to run and there's nowhere to hide.
I'm painted in a corner. I'm up on my toes.
Will I ever get free? I think nobody knows.
But I don't try to escape; I'm not trying to run,
For my captivity is really a very pleasant one.
For there is no prison down below or high above
That's as soothing, as great, or as pleasant as love.
About the Creator
Korreain Johnson
I'm a Christian wife and mother of three who homeschools. Although I often seem very cookie cutter and traditional in many ways, my creativity allows me to express a side of me that doesn't have to be bothered with perfection and judgment.
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