My hands are tied
I crawl before you
on my all fours
so close
to the floor
that you walk
and I listen
yes I do
(for a change - you might say)
to that arrogant, self-absorbed you

My hands are tied
by my wrists
somewhat immobilized
to your bliss
and your wish
no, not my command
I tell you, boy
you will do as I demand

My hands are tied
see me smile?
while I
fulfill my tasks
wearing my mask
you will not know what I feel
while I submit
for play or for real
I may sink to my knees
but you
will fall into my abyss

My hands are tied
I am on the floor
you throne before me
but make sure
you have a cure
and are not some lame bore
I have had enough boys
pretend to be a man
and met many men
pretending to be Lords
but no King amongst
the kinsmen and boys of course
could handle
passionately, and tender
be willful and strong
to sing in my choir
to the tune of my song
could make me surrender
to their ways for long

My hands are tied
and I am still not worn out
beyond doubt
I have stamina - galore
because
to wade through the bores
the fakes, the wanna-be's
the scum
searching the surface
the jungle, to earth's core
in hopes to find the One
the Lord who will see me
for who I really am
not be fooled by the smile
nor the frown, the protest
who will love me
not detest
who comes in, like a storm
like a tempest
wiping out my defenses
overrunning my will
hurting me so good
without causing any ill
whip me through it all
sing my song with me
push me gently and firmly
through all stages of agony
compose with me
a symphony of pain
take some and give more
be playful
yet play no game...

My hands are tied
My face a smile
but my eyes
windows to my soul
say it all
I cannot be tamed
I am wild
I am strong
I am tender
and I seek
to the real deal
fully to surrender