| I’ve come far from chains from metal and stone
|
| From makeshift designs and seeking a star
|
| To grab for the truth, to keep myself warm
|
| I turn and it’s gone, you smile and it’s born
|
| The rhymes of a woman’s
|
| A river that never ends
|
| The rhymes of dimension
|
| Surrounds us with fire and friends
|
| And roaring through darkness
|
| The night children fly
|
| I still hear them singing
|
| The rhymes of goodbye
|
| There’s nothing within, but within says a voice
|
| That’s still my empire and I’ve got a choice
|
| Its healers of death, it’s still got a fire
|
| And I’ll keep it burning with hands of desire
|
| The bells of our senses can cost us our pride
|
| Can toll out the boundaries that level our lives
|
| Can slash like the sunlight through shadows and cracks
|
| Our nakedness calling, our nakedness back
|
| The rhyme of our passions
|
| Find beauty in loving love
|
| The rhyme of our madness
|
| Burn cities and push and shoves
|
| And roaring through darkness
|
| The night children fly
|
| I still hear them singing
|
| The rhymes of goodbye |