City

City

The City
where I live
It is not mine.
(So sublime!)
But I abide here without choice.
I will,
however give myself willingly,
But no,
never by force.

No, never with a gracious, happy willing smile on my face.
(This City should be replaced.)
For I knew he would do the same;
Praying prayerfully, daily to avoid the lying game.

Time is so precious.
Lets move on to a carefree life.
I would never know how important my life was,
Until I had to ensemble such strife.