On the side of a back road
is where I lost my soul
to have and to hold
until chained to the days of old.
They dug into the treasury and bid me away
like a child bride with nothing to say
a mismatched perversion
a filthy conversion
all for the currency
to have a healthy piece of me.
Who would have ever thought I was born to her
like Jesus to Mary, frankincense and myrrh
I have no mother!
and it hurt like no other
I the offended should be paid restitution
over this shoddy resolution.
There had to be a way
to make it another day
he watches me day and night
there’s no more wrong and there’s no more right.
He rips me apart with no truer words
no one would want me, I’m trapped like a caged bird
this was the lot I was handed
and I grudgingly did as he commanded.