Monica Richards Into My Own
I'm not young
I'm not old
I've come into my own
I'm not old
I'm not young
I've come into my own
I have eyes beneath seduction,
A face that beckons shadows,
The moment sparks.
I cast my eyes inward and flow.
I've found my home.
The moment stops.
I cast my eyes inward and flow.
Take away the pen and the page.
Strip it down to just timber and stone
Something's coming our way.
I'm here in this world with you.
The moment sparks.
I cast my eyes inward and flow.
Take away the song and the stage
Strip it down to the hair and the bone
Something's coming our way.
I'm here in this world with you.
Something's coming our way.
Take away the song and the stage.
Rip away the pen from the page.
Tear down the stigma of age.
Something is coming our way
Take away the song and the stage.
Rip away the pen from the page.
Separate the art from the rage.
Something is coming our way
