I can hear the silent cries of my soul at night wishing change would come so I could take flight nature of a woman I cannot define a definition of me can only come from my mind seasons strange, babies came and I am not to blame control of the heavens by creating the stars born to shoot, but really how far? look at my reflection who do you see? I am a woman that lives and bleeds focus is a virtue, liberty is a statue land of the free, and home to my mother I'm walking in the shadows of my fathers and brother no force could rest with this fate femme fatale, blessed as the bait you took it, hook, line and sinker in the heat of passion I became the thinker I tinkered with boys’ toys and took a moment to understand why I was born a woman, and he was born a man do you ever wonder what it's like to be me? don't trip I'm not talking simple sexuality
I am walking in the shadows of shadows but the light is coming soon...
dimmed dawns, loves lost I yawn, gender holocaust tired of the role I'm crying because she's dying but don't bother to console I can tolerate the ups and downs from love to hate through dark alleys I walk at night alone sometimes lonely but mostly at home street lamps like a mother's embrace I can feel her touch, can't remember her face she cries in silence a moment from time capsules of ages past I recognize with these eyes that I am not the first
nor will I be the last woman, flexible to change feminine to masculine, I can rearrange falling into the reality of where I stand I was born a woman, and he was born a man
innocent, smelled on the breath of an infant direct descendant, of eye and I I deny all laws of gravity with unknown ability I fly high in thought is how I get high universes dispersed in the abyss of my uterus I am a God, anonymous
I am walking in the shadows of shadows but the light is coming soon we have seen the strength of the sun through reflections of the moon
I look back, I look back, and again I look back warmed by the fires of my desire to the point of melting consumed until I heard the last bell ring saved by it, once a slave but I defy it words connect, time project, God is erect from blue depths of her sky in the moment, so why try and cry? by words alone we cannot be defined like birds we roam in the open night sky spiraling through movement of the pendulum fluid formations, do you remember them? patterns played through his vision without her essence there was a division of the voice to the sound the choice to be bound...or free it takes more than one to achieve unity
she is flying in the shadows of shadows but the light is coming soon... I had a dream tonight there was a moonbow at the peak of my flight