LYRICS
Am I ev’rything you think of me?
Or am I none of it at all?
Beggin,’ someone, please define me.
Afraid I may have missed my call.
Oh, have I missed my call?
Lost warrior inside of me.
Mother Mary,
Become a merry mother.
Virgin birth,
Left to wonder ‘bout a lover.
Did Joan of Arc seek someone in the night?
Woke soldier,
Knows internal order.
Seeking warrior,
Now an explorer.
No longer must we fear impending flight.
I may be everything you think of me.
I might be none of it at all.
Wise ones know they can’t define me.
Losing myself has been my call.
Oh, that has been my call.
Lost warrior inside of me.
Born soldier,
Love to follow Order.
Found safety
Well within the border.
She held the map, the path was clear and bright.
God’s daughter,
Knew baptismal water.
Felt purpose,
With fire and with ardor.
Like Ruth, her middle name was Acolyte.
Am I ev’rything you think of me?
Or am I none of it at all?
Askin’ for someone to define me.
‘Cause I’m preparing for my call.
Solo mission,
No asking for permission.
Foreign land,
Without intuition.
Pled for instruction till she saw daylight.
Then a traitor,
Circumnavigator.
Heard devotion,
In every sweet emotion.
False prophets, each one’s love did prove finite.
copyright 2018 Kristen Ruth Smith