The Goddess Sings

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Song: The Goddess SIngs
Artist: Lady Isadora
Album: The Witching Hour

I am a Woman
Not your slave
Not your plaything

And I was not
Created from your
Rib at all

What fairy tales
Youve
Invented

Now if you
Think I just want
To be a man

Well, then
You still havent
Learned what I am

Long have you
Punished me in
Fear and in envy

Of the Goddess
In me from which
You hide your eyes

A beast of burden
You would have me
Who was once the
Proud Vessel of Life

From your queen
Ive come down
To your wife

But when flowers
Have been cruelly
Uprooted

Torn by fools
From the earth
Where they best
May thrive

In barren desert
Transplanted

Bowing down
In the shadow
Of a Tomb

Is it a wonder
That so few
Of them bloom

Much have I
Suffered from your god
And your prophets

Ive been burned
For a Witch
Ive been stoned
For a whore

I have been
Buried alive

In the shroud
Of the myths
You speak

When you keep
Telling me Im
Stupid and weak

The masterpieces
Youve created
Are many

Mine die a-borning
In your kitchen
And bed

How hard youve
Tried to
Impress me

As Ive sat
With your children
On my knee

But now
Its time that you
Listened to me

For the Goddess
Sings both softly
And loudly

In a lullaby
Croon or a
Scream of pain

And if in some
Shes still silent
Then in others
Shes loud and clear

And Shell keep
Singing till the whole
World can hear