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