i am a fool named wise
i see the hurt in your eyes
i'm love come to you in disguise
i'm a broken healer, i'm an angry youth
i'm something different i'm a hard earned truth
i'm a worn out sole in your combat boot
i'm a dried up paint marker, graffiti on the walls
Divine feminine with great big balls
just a nonsense poem scribbled on the bathroom walls
a war cry echoing through the school yard halls
i'm a voice of hope no matter how small
and i'll be here at your beck and call
