I am rich from all the things I have lost Vanishing into a mist of missed opportunities The knowledge lies inside, quiet like a lake When he leaves for battle my skin aches and breaks We take on our true form when they're gone Layers of flesh fall to the ground Underneath this tiny heart a dragon rises from the ground I open yellow eyes and wake Tough skin and deadly claws You smiled at me and disappeared For many years I will guard alone The tiny home we call our own Shed my skin and try on a new soul Thousands of years old and rusted to the bone My soul springs awake, gets ready for battle But nothing lasts forever, nothing is ever given Words are written, said and stolen They want it back Eventually They always want it back Greediness is the wound of Man The result is spilled blood And fallen tears Wars are fought over countries Murders are committed by passion Cold blooded, show no compassion Red is the colour of our everyday lives And in necessary cases we spread our wings wide Our homes we protect, our treasures we hide We bare our teeth and hiss a cry To scare them away we aim and fire Open our eyes and watch over our treasure In the midst of war we still smile and murmur Make promises of brighter days We will hand our skin in the living room And pretend we never left the room We will smile and welcome them home Under the rug the trap will squeak quitely A hidden mistress underneath our home Treasures lie quiet and concealed *Late at night I Open The Safe And Peek In it I can see all the treasures you didn't take away from me