To my lord
My obedience I owe
To My master
The love I show
To my owners
side I stay
He decides when I Hurt
And when I play
He decides when I am bound
and when I am to be freed
He will forever know
what I want
what I need
And he will know when
to let me lay and bleed
yet one thing he will never do
Is let my heart receede
And to My love, My Lord, My Master,
I owe my devotion
silence seeps
In my heart
as I cry
Hoping and praying
that my heart
is not to shrivel and die
he gives me silence
But I prefer violence
rather than not ever hear his voice
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