Penny Rene: December 2011 Archives
The Daughter
I
Am not a flower
And I am not the thorn of your rose
I
Am not your lover
This is not the way the ballad goes
I
Am not the answer
And I cannot bother with more lies
I
Am not the cancer
And I am not the babe who sweetly cries
Bring to me
All your misery
For I am not the sunshine that you see
Hold me down
This your holy water
Cause I am not the sun, but the daughter
I
Am not a story
And I am not your moment of regret
I
Am not a warning
This too I’m sure you will forget
I
Am not the data
I am not merely DNA
I
am not the pattern
and I am not there when you pray
Bring to me
All the misery
For I am not the sunshine that you seek
Hold me down
In unholy water
Cause I’m not the sun, but the daughter
I
am not your crisis
And I am not the secret to be told
I
Am not a player
I never learned how to be so cold
I
Am not the mistress
I am not the reason for your lie
I
Am not returning
I have already made up my mind
You have brought me
So much misery
And I tried to be the sunshine that you seek
I am swimming through
Your unholy water
I am not the sun but the daughter.