On her knees, she gains a new perspective
On her knees, she achieves a sense of herself
On her knees, eyes gazed upward
On her knees, where she chooses to be
Standing straight, she feels my presence
Standing tall, my shadow shields
Standing silent, she hears my heartbeat
Standing still, she begins to yield
Its my wishes, that are her purpose
It is my commands she obeys
It is my voice that drowns the world out
It is here that she will stay
Two pieces of a puzzle
Incomplete without the fit
She feels she is nothing when she is without me
But has it all when she submits
