Caged

Possession/protection

One without the other

A tender balance to strike

Fear is what tips the scales

And the shielding hands become prison bars

And the guiding words turn to shouted accusations

Let me go

Let me out

My wings have been clipped

Far too long

You feel fine I know

Possession/protection

You forgot how to hold the leash without strangling me

"Love" is the driving force

But malice by any other name

Would cut as deep

And zealous commandment under guise of selfless indignation

Is still a stifling staccato beat