Rebecca Martin
beholden
She wanted to go it alone because she needed to
Under brick and mortar and stone the fisticuffs flew
From a sodden heart thatâs beholden to no one
Smiling from ear to ear for the people to see
In her mind sheâs perfectly clear but the rivers run deep
Like a soldier with orders beholden to no one
âFoiled!â She cried.
âIf only I could leave you all behind.
Up until now Iâve refused to fly or to take the fall
for what was mine.â
Iâll be more careful the next time
The wind blows broken wings
Outside the measures were bold
And the stakes were raised
Into the warmth of his arms
At the end of the day
And he holds her
She holds him
Theyâre grateful for each day