save me from myself, i got no where else to hide
save me from myself, I'm tired of running wild
where is my true self, sleeping somewhere deep inside
save my from myself I'm running out of time
when my gut screams no no no, why do i still go
if the lions chase my tail, why do i still show
when i hinch and a hunch, give a hit of a punch
why oh why oh why, do i stay to take the blow
I've been no angel to me please, just look at all of these bruises
I've lost track of all sorts, not to mention late night scores
I've got cuts sores burns and infections, when would i have learned my lesson
like walking through fire, just waiting to get burned.
listen to my tingling senses,
a step further then instinct, something called intuition.
even if it make no more senses,
trust in that inner vision, its your truth and you mission.
I've died time and time again, imminent transformation
warrior goddess i am, remembering my tribe's lessons
even tho the future in unknown, uncertain jungle madness
i dream of innocent sweet love, in whose presence i am breathless.
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