She looks into her eyes
She picks on bodies of shame
She is a hypocrite
She believes in peace
Yet she authors warAnd while she is a soldier of the good
She is born amongst the badShe spends lonesome nights crying
Yet she is apart of the crowdShe helps others dig their own graves
Yet she holds them from jumping inShe's become what she said she'd never be
She fills her mouth with silence
And her head with musicShe lets her fingertips dance
And her toes stillHer smile makes flowers bloom
And her tears make the suns sizzle.She dips her lungs in plants
Yet urges others to stopShe is the ocean as it kisses the shore
And she is the tide that is pulled back by the moonShe is the one who fights for earth
And destroys its godsShe is the one to build hope
And to hide itShe is I.