In its incredible wayss

growing up

Life and it's incredible ways
turns and swirls through the days
looking back into the mysterious haze
the endless agony went up in flames.

Having the imagination to re-create
the battered soul before it was to late
hanging on to the belief that I have a destiny
I forged my spirit from the burning ashes of my history.

Found a piece of gentle ecstacy
knocking its way into my deep cavity
slowly caresing my core
he is breaking down my isolated door.

ironically the beauty must hide
and the secret kept inside
it is not mine to make shine
but holding my face to the sun

Fear of reprisals gone
the faith is being restored
and the woman is being born......