Ten foot walls surround your heart
with sixteen archers poised above
to shoot at all attempts at love.

Your heart's a siren
She calls to me
across a wild and tempest sea

Her words, so beautiful
fill my soul
I dream, I feel...
I lose control..

My heart's on fire with passions deep
but artists stop and poets sleep
and no one helps my cause at all
I cry in anguish to the wall
and hear the echo of my call..

The echo shakes me to my core
the voice of reason I implore
Can love be mine against the odds
Can spirits dance among the gods
Can people find their perfect mate
and if they do is it their fate?

Your walls cannot curtail my love
Those sixteen archers poised above
will fall in silent compromise
and you will be my very prize

Seal my fate upon your breast
Hold me close and let me rest
my weary head upon your bed
Remember all that I have said
and done
and been
for you.