Panther-Nora

I'm not afraid of dirt or mud or muck or doing hard work. With a saw or axe I'll fell, limb, and buck a tree, and though it may not be the prettiest job you see it works, and that's what really counts. When it comes to looks I don't care an ounce, be they mine or yours or the job I did, 'cause though I'm not pretty I've got thoughts in my head. So when I go to sleep in my cold lonely bed, (which is the way I prefer it, don't get upset) when I'm alone, I've my mind's company, and that's really all than anyone needs.

And you. You broke my heart and, displeased with the results, you scattered the pieces and ground them under your uncaring heel. Yet I loved you. I remembered the sweet things you poured in my virgin ears. The quiet moments beneath the sunset or riding through the summer mountains. Just you and I. And I loved you. Though I cried a thousand tears and begged you not to leave, promising to write, promising to return, promising to love none but me. You left me. Each promise you made and each word you spoke were lies. And beneath the loathing I came to feel at your name, beyond the lies you left behind, passing by t

I sit on the lonely mountain top When I need to think, to stop. While they sit in their dark halls And close themselves in walls Squabbling about their petty laws, The sun in the snow gleams on my face Far apart from the frantic race To right or left I chose to go I'm not caught up in the flow. Don't try to make me come back down I'll sit here on the mountain's crown I'll breathe the air and smell the flower As is sit atop my lonely tower. For here it is I found my joy And here I need no pretty toy To fit right in, for there's just me. Alone, and happy as can be.

It's been a long time So I guess I was unprepared When you took my heart by storm Ran your fingers through my hair Told me that you loved me And never would let me go And I wonder if I can trust you Though my heart tells me so As I sit here waiting for you I wonder if it is true Or if I'm only dreaming And in the morning it'll be through Please tell me I'm not sleeping And that you're really here Tell me again you love me And there is nothing to fear Cause my little pessimistic heart Tells me this cant be And that you're only a part of a dream That in the morning you wont be Lying here beside me Holding me again Tell me

When I look in his eyes -Eyes of shattered glass blue- I know somehow that his words are true. I see in his eyes What I've not seen before. I see the old things But also much more. In the dark eyes before his I saw only greed (Desire and lust are more what I mean). Now in his eyes I see that too, But only after looking through The love, respect, and tenderness That accompanies each caress When his fingers dance across my face. The love that's ours is not a race To add a conquest to his list, No, but to savor every kiss. So I think that this could last Unlike the others in my past.

Always before were 'religious guys' Went to church and prayed every night They threw me around I was treated like dirt That's 'the way life was' I accepted the hurt But now there's you And you treat me right You tell me i'm pretty Swear your love every night How can our love be a sin And those before be right? I dont understand my church anymore All I understand is tonight

There is a war With casualties unnumbered. Each side's the worst off And each side's the best. Armies laughing and shooting They're slashing and burning The pain, it is something that wont go away. One side has cannons, The other has bombs. They fire and fire With desperate desire Their trenches go higher. They're dying, and filing the earth with their bones. Each blast cuts me deeper I'm down on my knees. Haven't you heard? It's all inside of me. Can't you see that you're killing what's inside of me?

My body is yours Do with it as you will, But my soul is my own, The one part of me you cannot touch, The one part of me that's mine. You may try to break it, Scream obscenities in my face. You may beat me until I cry aloud But you will not leave a trace. My soul is flying in the sky It's far away from you. You can beat me, starve me, hate me, You can shame me before all, But my soul is flying in the sky And it will never fall. Cut me, rape me, kill me even, Do the worst that you can do. My soul is soaring through the sky, So far away from you. My body is yours Do with it as you will, But my soul is mine. And you

This song was written from the flat of my back. It was the only place I could be Life hit me so hard, left my soul a broken shard. So I wrote this song from the flat… of my back. This song was written from the flat of my back. Dark was all I wanted to see. Heard you were dead, the sorrow went to my head. So I wrote this song from the flat… of my back. This song was written from the flat of my back. Wars and armies took you from me. My love I give, without you I don't want to live. So I wrote this song from the flat… of my back. This song was written from the flat of my back. It's where I wanted to be. I'll make no more wa

Who would I be? I would be a woman of the earth. Planting seeds, nurturing life; I would sense the warmth in seedlings Feel the blood of trees cool against my cheek So close beneath their skin. What would I be? I would be a woman of the earth. Feeling nature's love, I would radiate that love to others. Feeling the pull of the moon on the oceans, Sense a stirring in my own blood. And in summers heat and in winter's cold Rest in the peace of all ages combined. What would I be? I would be a woman of the earth. My roots firmly fixed in the soil, Weathering out storms I would feel the great pounding heart of the earth h