17 August 2012
You can chain me, You can beat me, But nothing you do can perceive me any different in your eyes, Time and time again you put my head in the water, Chain me and whip me you do, Don't know why I still have a survivors heart.
And every time I think it's my time, God just turns around and picks me up again.
You make me confess, Confess the lies, But what is the point? Of telling you what you only want to hear?
I want to be free, Let my hair blow in the wind, Not chained with these chains, Not whipped with these whips, I want to be free, Even though,
You say I'm a witch.
*inspired by @HeatherAnne
Witch • Opuss № I