Before, Before I was married to Tom,
Before he took over my life as a bomb,
A bomb that left bruises,
That left me looking like a fool.
A beautiful one at that,
But none the less a fool that let the world, overrule
My dreams.
The extremes of my world let me die,
Die, die a beautiful little fool.
Now, Now you will write me down in history,
For I will not be known as a man’s treasure,
For even with your twisted lies,
I will rise, rise from the ashes.
I will dream, dream till I die,
Now, the extremes of the world will make me strong
I will make myself belong
Belong at the expense of no man.
Now I will teach my daughter to be as fierce
As fierce as a lioness,
It is my world that you live in,
I traded a lifetime of fear
For a lifetime of power.
My tears mean no weakness,
My anger was fueled from within,
I will fight you
Must you stand in my way
And I will guide you must you need wisdom.
My past life gives me strength
Now nothing will stand in my way,
Nothing will prey on my dreams
For I will not be the beautiful little fool
I once said I was.
