Lyrics The Mighty - Monica Richards

The Mighty

Ripped from the root:
I am with you
I feel her alive and venus behaved
Magic the guide to expect as she makes her entrance —
Did you not bask beneath my gaze?
Oh the wind can cause the rails to creak like a ship in Arctic duress
Then a slavedancer, beaded and perfumed
Metal-cold bracelets upon each battered wrist —
The question of my deity rewarded
With every wave of her hand to the audience
In 200 AD, I am yet just and fair in the language of trees
A soldier in respite while they plotted my death
Then a simple Bard shackled yet still able to sing
I know the gut-wrenched pain of mental bloodshed
My fingernails chipped and filled with dirt from the farm
The lights red to gold to blue upon me
Smoke brushes along the contours of my form
Blinded to the faces in the balcony
Flashing one scene then the next —
Walking delicately through the mines
Trimmed, and perfect and haven’t eaten in three days
I know what it is to lose my heart
Look to the side, see the conspirators behind the curtain
Down the alleyways
Tumbling through forests
Wandering between all realms
I fought well and bitter and to the death
Like a Trojan soldier on a vase
My Mythology smashed and littered under their feet
I fall like leaves from separate similar struggles
Now reaching up to that lovely, lovely place
Where all answers await capture
To their point of meaning
I am the Muse
Blinding as I radiate
I can only shine on that which reflects back upon me…
The taste of me alone profound
Resurrected
Resurrected
Believe in Me
And I’ll take you with me
Are we defined by misunderstandings?
A thousand or more Chant the All
The Mighty Rise and Fall
Rise and Fall
Pride Diminish those who’ve lost faith in us
A thousand or more Chant the All
The Mighty Rise and Fall
Rise and Fall