Do you know how much agony a poetess has to feel
to give birth to the words that need a life, so real
it twists inside of her like a medieval knife
when she faces head on the depth of her Jane of arc fight
She must withstand the cold
as she swims her way to the bottom of the ocean floor in her soul
where there live bones, stories untold
Pain is all I’ve ever known
I've lived in many glass and brick houses but never had a home
The raven watches me
I hold up my arm but it never flies to me
it doesn't need anyone, its in love with its shadow
Am I the black crow
But music, oh, my oldest friend
The one thing I've always had, no beginning no end
Summers scorch, but I survive
Im a caterpillar but i'll never learn to fly