Her hands hold the knife
Her mind holds her hands
Her ego holds her mind
Her soul holds her will to live

The touch of her knife

Only now it resides deep in her wounds
Aching, she pulls on her life
Around her she watches all those concerned
Somehow she stays centred like the true Bull she is
Soon enough she will drop the knife

For her hands will get tired
For her mind will go crazy
For her ego will get bored
For her soul is stronger than them all