There are Moments,
When your envy is a Poison
Wrapping its vines around my Roots

Stop trying to Control me.
Stop trying to Strip me of my Youth .
Stop trying to Mold me.
Serpent’s Tongue Won’t Stain the Truth.
Your Serpent’s Tongue Won’t Stain the Truth.

I cannot fit inside your Box of a World,
Looks like a Cage to my Eyes.
You obey and you comply,
To the construct of our demise.

Stop trying to Control me.
Stop trying to Strip me of my Youth .
Stop trying to Mold me.
Serpent’s Tongue Won’t Stain the Truth.
Your Serpent’s Tongue Won’t Stain the Truth.

I ask: “Where’s the Clear Water?
For my Dear Daughter?”
Not in the Treaty of which you Preach.

We Are: the Wind, the Rain,
Mother Earth and her unborn Flame.
Risen from the darkest Sun,
Side by Side we Stand as One.

Stop trying to Control me.
Stop trying to Strip me of my Youth .
Stop trying to Mold me.
Serpent’s Tongue Won’t Stain the Truth.
Your Serpent’s Tongue Won’t Stain the Truth.