There is a stirring inside my soul
Of a song yet to be sung
With words I haven't found
But feelings, always feelings
Crowd out the rational mind
For the vagrancy of a heart
That never found a home
"Into Your hands I commend my spirit"
These daily words not yet fulfilled
Making me feel somehow less
Because I'm still holding on
"A restful night and a peaceful death"
Is every day a gift to those who
Surrender
But I was born a warrior
Out of the womb
Kicking and screaming
Who is my mother?
Where is my mother?
Where did you take her?
Why am I so cold?
Give me my sword, my armor, my mind
So that on each moonless night
I stand ready
For the next thing to happenCMJ copyright March 2011
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