Power

Power - John Michael Howell

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I can't say I love you 'cause that would allow her

To control my heart like the wind to a flower

Blown by the breeze, tossed around as it scours

For someone who won't turn its love into power

She knows the game more than I've ever seen

Plays her cards with such ease, no one's seen up her sleeve

It's hard to trust someone who's so good a liar

The more you go closer, the more that you wonder

All her compliments, were they more than chatter?

Or have I always just been rungs on a ladder?