Woman in a Box

I am a playing card at the back of the drawer
While the days grow dark and the nights grow shorter
Rattling chains of freedom - taunting me
Guards march by - covering all that I see

Queen of Hearts - the key has locked me away
Fading cardboard mouth - now I have no say
Waiting for my King to rescue me some day
As my time shrivels up and my hair turns grey

I am a woman in a box - I remain buried
They have stabbed my heart - yet still I bleed
Make me mend - take from me what they need
Scratch and bruise my soul - steal away my seed

And they stand over me - they all laugh
And they sit beside me - they start to cry
And when they are bored - they tear me in half
And when my eyes do not open - they question why