[Inno]

The blackness is consuming, it outlines, easily chalks
its bitter cold in the shadows where angels never walk
hidden emotion, heart and soul not to mention her face
she's un noticed amongst the colors, she's so hard to retrace
don't mind her, a specter between the glances of '"righteous" men
a forgotten relic buried in the politics of the ego's whim
a gate keeper of life forced to never live hers to the fullest
always the slited, but with closed lips she'll always bite the bullet
although she's empty on the surface, dig deeper in the sand
her layers the fullest of all, but none cares to peel her back
her eyes give a glimpse into heavens promised dance
a lighthouse in the darkness mentioned, the souls romance
a beacon that never extinguishes an eternal flame in deep waters
the life preserve to those making the wrong decisions among the fautors
a pillar for the lambs, those who get lead in to the slaughter
but she hides it all in fear of those raised with the same hands as her
forced into submission asking for permission trying to gain favor
they run amok with her soul between their hearts and minds alike
forgetting the lesson taught by her and the love she gave without spite
murder the innocent, raping her sisters in the name of god
they pillage the right leaving everything wrong in the rubbles fog
they praise her with grace, but turn around and spit in her face
no longer revered, looked upon like a steer holding the bulk of the load
but she never falls despite the crushing blows you wont see her fold
but her purpose eternally burns amongst the ashes of her faults
and though she hides herself, she gives every ounce of her heart
to those shaped by the brush strokes of a broken art...
so she keeps her sleeve open for the world to se her true colors
and so her rainbow extends beyond the song of the squallers