Open those tired eyes
Break free that deep and bellowing sound
Pull these wet tears and form creative drink,
Of poisonous thorns beneath blooming flowers
Feel every vibration from your toes to your fingertips

Let go
Breathe in
Forget the day
Forget the century

Sway each hip in your mind’s rhythms
Now is the time to feel that inner voice
Now, is the time to dance
Allow yourself to be caressed by a constantly changing direction through space and time
Where fear and shame don’t belong

Once the morning finds you,
Curled up upon the stained carpet,
Go ahead.
Embrace the day’s challenges
And when the going gets tough
Just open those tired eyes

To have sweet honey dew,
To have soft recollections in quiet vibrations of air,
To have an unmistakable fortress of solitude,
The precious quality of four carat diamond,
Encapsulating the fragile soul of a gentleman,
What I must be to encounter such a gem.
What a gem I must be...

With a grinding stone, my weapons sharpen
By letting my lips cut the air to pieces 'till they bleed,
I've learned to soften the blow
Spring waters bring forth a fountain of youth much sweeter than honey dew.

I recognize,
It takes a diamond to know one.
So I take this journey to become four carat,
For the diamond man I'm looking for.
To be his diamond lady.