I think she's fallen in love again

And there's nothing I can do for my best friend.

I see the signs written all over her face -

Her eyes are simply ablaze with her disgrace.

And all the words of wisdom we shared around the fire

Go up in smoke in the heat of her desire.

And she knows he isn't right

And she knows she isn't wrong.

"But give me a warm body,"she cries,

"And leave wisdom for a song"

And what she knows of time -

Is the years rush by but the moments drag on!

I think she's falling.

I hear her calling out -

Crying out in the middle of the night.

But when I call her up she says that she's alright.

And all the while she feeds her sweet obsession

She protects her soul instinctively

With the armour of depression.

In and out she wanders

Longing for what she dreads.

And when a soul's divided

Resolution spreads.

She's a warrior woman

Holding out for grace.

She's a warrior woman

Marking time in place.

And yet….

She longs to please him -

Wants to release him -

To help him find his soul.

And he lets her

'Cause he wants to rock and roll!

And all her raven beauty is laid waste -

Held tight in a 20th Century vice

Where one half won't be a mistress

And the other half won't be a wife.

And what she knows of mind,

Is that freedom is a prison

When your longings are undefined

And that compromise is the punishment

For every contract she signs.

I think she's falling -

I hear her calling out -

Crying out in the middle of the night

But when I call her up she says that she's alright

And what she knows of Love -

Is what love isn't.

And the Treasurer lies in wait

To count the empty spaces of her vast estate.

And they're all drawn to her strength and suffering -

To her independent life.

But it scares them to death

So they cut her down to size with flattery's knife.

And he attacks her, then he withdraws,

And she's brought closer to the edge -

To the point of indecision where she's forced to make a pledge.

But rather than surrender, she pushes him away,

And though she wounds herself

She lives to die another day!

'Cause she's a warrior woman

Holding out for grace.

She's a warrior woman

Marking time in place.

And all the while she feeds her sweet obsession

She protects her soul instinctively

With the armour of depression.

And it's always there in the area of grey

That desire gets scared and intelligence lights the way.

And what she knows of days -

Is in the middle of the night it's all horribly clear -

In the daylight it's a haze.

So she continues to hold out for tomorrow

And she keeps up her strength with a daily dose of sorrow.

But now she walks away from battles

'Cause she knows the war is lost

But she jealously guards her poverty

That she's won at such a cost.

And she slowly learns the art

Of living without knowing

And soon like the old and lame

She'll learn to travel without going.

'Cause she's a warrior woman

Holding out for grace.

She's a warrior woman

Marking time in place.

© Felicity Buirski October 1989.