Return to me what others stole.
You are like a half-tamed creature.
Still shy of the bridle.

"Except you enthrall me,
Never shall be free."

But freedom is an illusion, 
Anyway.

I almost gave my life long ago for a thing,
That has gone to dust now,
Stinging my eyes,
It is strange how often a heart must be broken,
Before the years can make it wise.

an alleviation.