Rose

Don’t disturb the beast
The temperamental goat, the snail
While he’s feeding on the rose
Stay frozen, compromise, what I will, I am
Bend around the wind
Silently thrown about again
I’m treading so soft and lightly
Compromising my will, I am
I am, I will
So no longer will I lay down
Play dead, play your doe
In the headlight
Locked down and terrified
Your deer in the headlights
Shot down and horrified
When push comes to pull comes to shove
Comes to step around this self-destructive dance
That never would’ve ended 'til I rose
I roared aloud here, I will, I am
I am, I will
So no longer will I lay down, play dead
Play this beat down, gun-shy martyr, pitiful
I rose, I roared, I will, I am