When you ask me how I feel
I may fall silent and forget what’s real
When you ask me what I want
Again the silence – a foreign thought.
For, the past has made me so afraid
To be myself or know my own name
I wasn’t asked about my thoughts,
How I felt or what I wanted
And if I dared to speak a word
I never challenged what I heard
Or quickly whipped into my place
The man in charge might bruise my face
To fear his reaction I had learned
I’d lose love if my voice was heard
So I conformed to his every want
And the twisted desires of his heart
My own needs did not exist
Just to stay alive was such a gift.
But you are different from all the rest
You love me like Jesus – that is the test.