Bound to Go

Take me by the hand and lead me far off to the land where you belong
Show me to a vision where you made a bold incision on my song
Stand before the golden door
And tell me if you stood there once before
You see I’m lonely and I wonder where I came from and to where I’m bound to go

Stumble through the ruined rubble wasting there so humble but yet glowing
Reap the soil of wastelands as the painters sleep
While pasting in your knowing
Find the shackles burning
On the withered souls still learning of their minds
Each time I’m lonely then I wonder where I came from and to where I’m bound to go

What misfortunes lead your hastened worry when your whisper murmurs slowly
Sweetly as the moonlight tingle-jingles to the stranger's eyes for warning
Lightly trips two stealing slippers
Sliding on a carpet velvet warm
For when I’m lonely I may wonder where I came from and to where I’m bound to go

As the melodies will linger tenderly in shadows that you’re holding
Peer into the shroud beyond the fragrance you remembered from your scolding
Softly sleeps the Princess
As you skip on by her tower to your fold
And tell me kindly why I wonder where I came from and to where I’m bound to go