The Surrender
The Surrender The white flags been raised My mind claims victory And imprisons my heart Under lock and key Wrapped in chains Like a work of art The mind does not revel It does not celebrate It’s perceived dominance It feels for its captive It wants its recovery It wants its return to prominence The heart relents Accepts its sentence And returns to the dark It counts its days In a lonely cell Walls carved with marks But they both know It’s only a matter of time Before , again, the heart breaks free Either by broken lock Or melted chain Or simply finding the key And when the heart escapes It will burn hot And melt the surrounding snow And I’ll still love hard And I’ll still care deep It’s the only way I know -JT