God, please make me a stone. I don't want to feel anything anymore. All my soft heart never came to any good. And I can't find a blue-eyed boy to love me like he should.
(chorus) Is my heart keeping you awake? You prefer my lips a dam and not a garden gate. We could be years before the flood. Then we'll just ask all the disasters not to come with us ... like that's enough.
Boy, please leave me alone. You will never know what I know, what I've done. Centuries, my legacy ... how they curse my name. I made you like God, but all you remember is my shame.
A woman drove you from the garden; that's how a woman made you great. What would you be if not for me, the very woman that you hate? And I have born my punishment, and I have earned a better fate and I will face my god again ... I am unafraid. I am unafraid.
© Heather Aubrey Lloyd