Here She Comes Again Like Rain Across Parched Land
My Reins Clenched Oh-So-Tight, In Her 'Gentle' Soft Hands
She Tugs At My Heart, And Rips It Apart, With Equal Elan
One Moment I'm In Paradise, And The Very Next In Quicksand
And Yet Somehow, It Almost Feels Like Part Of A Divine Plan
Feels As If I'm Destined And Doomed To Eternal Remand
I Sit Back, Resign To My Fate, And Then I Stand
And Wait For Her To Continue With Her Brutal Game Of 'Upper Hand'