In Answer...

I have heard recent knockings and wondered aloud in song

The Worth of those years as bound Inspiration.

I'll speak the truth though it may be hard to hear it

That part of me, that lithe and fierce spirit

Made prisoner yet molded in my image

Choose, Fate, choose: Mother or Lover, Muse or Martyr/p>

Tenderest to those who won't own me

Singing on for another generation

Traded for a life turned upside-down.

I can no longer be the captured Symbol

The personal Siren shining like freedom

Stalked by silent unforgiving reflections

Choose, Fate, choose: Lover or Martyr, Muse or Mother

My head full of heat from one hour's sleep

Lost in the shine of the moment.

In this moment - there is love,

And nothing but this moment matters.

And I touch all the eyes that know who I am and where we began.

Desiring to save, resigned to their delusions,

Attracting their secrets and deepest wishes,

Imagine the taste of a heart bled to dust.

Choose, Sister, choose: Mother or Lover, Muse or Martyr

umb to talons in my creations

From which unknown imaginations

Expect the Song to be the Human./p>

I can no longer be the captured Symbol

Conjuring their embrace and feverish whispers

Repeating Youth's passions and locked-lust nightmares

Choose, Sister, choose: Mother or Martyr, Muse or Lover

My head full of heat from one hour's sleep.

Found in the shine of the moment.

In this moment - there is love,

And nothing but this moment matters.

As I take them all to a place where everything makes sense again.

And all those that agree.

And all those if they please.

Can bring themselves to love.

And lay their hands upon me.

And lay their hands upon me.