My spirit is unbreakable,
Though it bends and sways...

Picking at the scab,
To leave behind a scar...

"But she's a woman"
The final thought...

This truth I see inside your eyes,
Tells of when the love did die...

I'm not sorry for who I am,
What I've done or what I know...

Where have all the forests gone?
Hope is losing, eyes are drawn...

Cursed to wander,
Blessed to see...

My hair must be just so,
Clothes, just check the tags...

In a grassy tomb it lays
Worn by age...

A forbidden wood,
Where creatures crawl...

Drunken nights which call you back,
As you're fading into dream...

Cut to the bone,
Drowning in rage...