Her voice is like clear water
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.

Her thoughts are like the lotus
Abloom by sacred streams
Beneath the temple arches
Where Quiet sits and dreams.

Her kisses are the roses
That glow while dusk is deep
In Persian garden closes
Where Quiet falls asleep.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my *******,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Home...
My favorite place
Filled with love, compassion and peace
When the troubles of the world are too much to bear
Home is where I drop my load of care
When I'm done and the world has no more for me
I find my way back to my fantasy

Home...
My favorite people
Who stand always and forever with me
When I falter and when I stray
By my side, still they stay
When I'm done and the world has no more for me
I find my way back to my family

First strangers, now lovers
Mere words now injected with passion
Friendship transformed into love
Unexpected changes, unexpected feelings
How many words did it take?

Or did we expect it?
Could we somehow feel it?
Did we receive nature's call to not be alone?
Was it fate? Kismet? Happenstance?
Does it matter what it was?
Does it matter how it came to be?

I see you and my heart stops
Like deer facing headlights
Your touch sends shivers down my spine
Your voice soothes my soul

Do I make you feel the same way?
Yes, you say
Does your heart beat louder when I'm near you?
"You could hear it from a million miles", you say

Take my hand, walk with me
Fight with me, stay with me
Smile with me, cry with me
Love me, one day at a time
Love me today;
We're not promised tomorrow
Forever yours if you'd be forever mine