The Woman's Garden
We Meet Again
Nancy Wilson (Theme from Jerry Maguire/Soundtrack)
(Pg 2)
AT TIMES
At times like these
I long for his hands
His energy
His atmosphere
His presence
I close my eyes
And see him leaning over me
Calm
Strong
Assured
Soothing my wounds
Surrounding me
Filling me
At times like these
I'M THE ONE
I'm the one you turn to
who knows all your secrets
the one you confide your shadows to
Do you look at me in the street?
Do you acknowledge my presence?
Watch out - I'm the secret keeper,
and one day, I may start leaking...
GO AWAY
Go away, I'm with my Muse
if you don't leave I'll cut you loose
Don't you try to interfere
I hope I'm making myself clear
MY FATHER
My father has Amazing Grace
An example set for me
How glad I am
to finally see
To meet this force within my life
Free from deliberate attempts
to come between us
FIXER-UPPER
I don't need fixing, changing, or polishing up
I'm ok just as I am
There's nothing wrong with me
AT ALL
Take me as I am
If you feel the need to do some renovating
If you're looking for a fixer-upper
You'll find no joy here with me
Put down your tools and step away
I'm not a mistake that needs repairing
THE DEEP
Such wells of unhappiness
have driven you
driven you far from your Home
Where your Heart resides now
Only Spirit knows
THIS OLD WOMAN
This woman has grown bitter and twisted
like an old knarled tree
that sits atop a barren, rocky outcrop
that looks out over the sea.
Buffeted by winds and salty air
stripped bare
of life.
Stubborn and resolute
Holding on till death to being right
To win
at all costs
Not noticing the true cost
to her ravaged Soul.
WAS THERE LIGHT?
It wasn't that you were mistaken
That you imagined it
It's just that she has given in to her Darkness
And has doused her own Light
GUILT
Your insane guilt is driving me insane
draining me dry
sucking my life force out of my shattered body.
Tugging at me
Pulling on me
Demanding of me
to give, give, give.
Even when I'm finally left lying, curled and shriveled, on the floor,
it would STILL
not be, never be,
enough.
She's A Mystery To Me
Roy Orbison (The Love Album)
AT WAR
She's at war with the world
Biting and screaming
Kicking and clawing
Don't try to fence her, box her, trap her
You won't see her for dust
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