If All I Can Be Is Yours

If All I Can Be Is Yours



If all I can be is yours
To love, to hold, to cherish dear
What will happen to me then
When I find you no where near?

If all I can be is yours
To live with, play with, work and walk with
What will happen to myself
When I have you not to talk with?

If all I can be is yours
And all I have is yours alone
What will happen to me when
I wake one day to find you gone?

What will happen to me, tell me
I'm just your personal lump of clay
For years I've lain on dusty shelves
Until you decided that you would play.

You've molded me and scolded me
And made me what you cared to
You made me wife and ruled my life
Rebel? I never dared to!

Oh, love, oh, husband, can't you see
You made me wife but buried me!
I'm just some property for you to own
So what will happen when you are gone?

Give me some freedom, give me some time
Give me some slack to reel my own line
Give me some caring, give me some air
Give me some hope and something to share.

Come take me down
From my old dusty shelf
Give me your love
But give me myself.

©by Voo

Written at a shelter for battered women