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.
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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
