Leafs of yellow, red, and green fall around the back yard swing Where we once sat hand in hand, spoke of love and made our plan. How I miss those simple days when love was easy to embrace, Before the world came walking in and brought along the winter wind. I can no longer be who you need me to be, Like a bird in a cage I need to fly free. My soul yearns for passion My heart yearns for flight And my fire of life no longer burns bright. I need a man, Not some weak willed child. I dream of a passion both rugged and wild. I dream of a place in some far off time Where love was the Master, And I passions Slave.
