Woman

There is a song in all this sorrow

There is a light somewhere in the dark

There should be a reason to wake tomorrow

That of the woman is the breast

That shapely venom of the bleeding womb

That of the woman is the nest

That lie of the bright eyed endless tomb

There is a voice in all those whispers

There is a fire somewhere in this grey

There should be a quiet lone mistress

That of the woman is the sweet eyes

That sickly sweet song voice

That of the woman is the bitter lies

That sudden burning choice

There is smile on the face of death

There is noise in the silence

There is chill in her warm sweet breath

That of the woman is lofty grace

That sleek melodious manner

That of the woman is the kind face

That ancient mask of the sinner

There is a song in all this sorrow

There is a light somewhere in the dark

There should be a reason to wake tomorrow

That of the woman is love and kindness

That of the woman is noble power to save

That of the woman is beauty and gentleness

That of the woman is the grace of the brave

I have found the song in the sorrow

I have found the light in the dark

I have found the reason to wake up

I have covered the nakedness of her shame

I have loved despite the wretched venom

I have taken the wounds and all her blame

I have heard the lies and destroyed them

I have heard the voice through it all

I have fueled the fire into an inferno

I have stood beside the proud and tall

I have met her stare with mine

I have heard the song of the dove

I have given her all the truth that was mine

I have tried to show only love

I have seen the face of the queen

I have heard the noise in the nothing

I have smelt the perfume of roses

I have walked with her in her grace

I have held her to myself and wished a smile for her face

I have have held her hands in mine

I have tried to command time

There is a song in all this sorrow

There is a light somewhere in the dark

There should be a reason to wake tomorrow