How I wonder, woman:
do you regret the love you've scorned?
For all the ways you've been inhuman
do you howl and wail and mourn?

You left me singing empty songs
devoid of any soul, hollowed to core;
I wonder if you count your wrongs
and fear what waits in store.

But should he raise his voice at you,
stare him right into his eye.
Say: "Anger's not a virtue.
Don't sip on poison, hopin' that I die."

And should he raise his fist at you,
don't stay and hope he'll change.
Because men like that aren't all too few.
They're enamored with their rage.

Know that you deserve the best,
not an ounce of fear or discontent.
Believe that you are blessed,
if you would but give it your consent.

Show me a woman
who loves what she's got.
Who's not afraid to go further
but knows when to stop.

Won't you take my saddle off, and rest it on my grave?
Won't you take my saddle off, and rest it on my grave?
'Cause if you take my saddle off, and rest it on my grave,
we can walk down the street goin' our own way.

Don't you leave me lonesome 'round these parts no more.
Don't you leave me lonesome 'round these parts no more.
'Cause if you leave me lonesome 'round these parts once more
I'm lacing up my shoes and I'm runnin' out the door.

I love to see you laughin' in the morning light.
I love to see you laughin' in the morning light.
'Cause when I see you laughin' in the morning light,
I forget all my problems and I think feel alright.

Won't you stop playin' these games with my head.
Won't you stop playin' these games with my head.
'Cause if you stop playin' these games with my head,
I'll sweep you off your feet and I'll carry you to bed.

The real, unreal and surreal amalgamate as a tapestry
billowing in the winds of another half-desired destiny.

What was once an easy operation,
from here to somewhere unrelated but accessible,
becomes an altogether insurmountable obstacle
when faced with the torrents of Fate's indifferent condensation.

Are we not meant to know
the deepest undercurrent flow
of cosmic affairs, but rather stare
onward, unblinking until somewhere
a voice (or something similar) proclaims
revelation with enough conviction
to rouse our stagnant minds to contemplation?

Must now be that time of revelation?

When circumstances dance
with tattered threads of dissonance
I'll ask You once to ease this stress
and synthesize new strength from difference.

When passion lays with bated breath
subdued behind the facade of death
I hope You'll give of Yourself to bless
this interchange where less is less.

When it's Love that's just Love
not pretending to be something more
I'll know You by the easy grace
that's flowing through Your core.

Nothing lasts beyond these moments
sacrificed, in passing, to kindle movements.
I'd give myself to You, forever,
if I thought that we could part.

This one's for the Queen of Limbo
caught in between a "yes" and a "no."
Why are you so ill-defined?
What's mine is yours if you were mine.
Tell me something I don't know;
plant your seeds, then watch them grow.

While you're young, your mind's alive
and as you age you watch it die.
This is what I've got for you,
all the ways to make it through.
Is it Truth that we exist
as not a thing that's more than this?

I can see it in your eyes --
your fate and mine are intertwined.

The higher I go,
the more I miss the ground;
but when I'm low,
I think You've only let me down.

I don't want to leave these arms of heaven.
Hold me here just a little bit more.