Discography of Verse

TAMED

She wasn't fire until you tried to drown her
She wasn't pain until you tried to cut her
She became and therefore was
Adapting to whatever one needed,
No one knew her true self, her real self and that made her unstoppable.
Her spirit was bold, and even if the wind tried several times to knock her down,
She transformed the air and it became her wings.
"Tame her" they said, but how does one tame a soul with no one identity?
How does one begin to part an ocean with interchanging currents?
How does one build a sculpture when she's already clay melting from the suns tears, dripped in God like milk and honey.
She moved with the power of the holy saints behind her, her mind flexible, and so ever changing.
Only the brave dare enlighten her spirit,
And the weak scorch her body
The insane could speak her language and the rest would burn at the sight of her glory, mistaking her courage for arrogance.

Until one day, a whisper formed heaven at her gates, he lay at her feet.
And she fell.
Unfolding, sweet passion flowing from her body,
Her love unwinding into his soul,
Intertwined with his mind
Her body became one with his, her oceans parted at his voice
Her melted clay formed pyramids of endless compassion created by his hands
The wings beneath her shoulders dropped from his insatiable gravity
She was inflexible, unchangeable and unadaptable to his will, to his love.