If I had not this heavy iron chain
which ties me to a lions open den,
If I had not these tears of breaking pain,
would you, then, carry me home again?
And if I had a heart of purest gold,
and if I had bright eyes of deepest blue,
and if I had an angels mended soul,
would you believe that I belong to you?
Could you believe, just once, in Gods great grace?
Could you believe, for now, that I have healed?
Could you forget, tonight, my childish face,
and once in life, remember I am real?
And if I sold my smile to your plea,
Would I, then be allowed to go run free?
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