Ending The Knife Words

I am ready for the knife words to stop.
I am ready for my heart to end her aching,
For my mind to calm, to collect itself.
I am ready to be okay,
For you to be okay.

There comes a time when you have to stop running,
Or face the regret of doing nothing
For the rest of your life.

There aren't many things more devastating,
More heart breaking,
Than realizing that you should have done something,
That you COULD have done something.
That wasted months could be forgotten
And forgiven
In less than a heart beat.

Now there is good news:

You still can.

My heart wants to forget
and forgive
Everything.
She wants to be free
To move on,
To write a new song
And share it with her world.

With you?

But she can't.
Not until pride is set aside,
Until you forgive her
For caring.
For being too sensitive to your words
Too obsessed with the things
You MIGHT be thinking.

There will be no flight until all the pain,
All the hurt,
All the agony,
Is fogiven and forgotten.
Until it's all released into yesterday,
And breath is finally given
To tomorrow.

End the knife words.
End the sadness.
End my nonexistance.
Let me exist in your world,
And I promise:

Everything will be okay.

Stranger to the Rain

"Shed no tears for me,
There'll be rain enough today.
I'm wishing you godspeed
As I wave you on your way.
This won't be the first time
I've stayed behind to face
The bitter consequences
Of an ancient fall from grace.
I'm a daughter of the race of Cain:
I am not a stranger to the rain.

Orphan in the storm,
That's a role I've played before!
I've learned not to tremble
When I hear the thunder roar.
I don't curse what I can't change
I just play the hand I'm dealt,
When they lighten up the rations
I tighten up my belt.
I won't say I've never felt the pain,
I am not a stranger to the rain.

And for the boy who's given me the sweetest love I've known,
I wish for him another love so he won't be alone.
But I am bound to walk among the wounded and the slain,
And when the storm comes crashing on the plain,
I will dance before the lightning to music sacred and profane!

Oh-

Shed no tears for me,
Light no candle for my sake.
This journey I'll be making now
Is one we all must make.
Shoulder to the wind,
I'll turn my face into the spray.
And when the heavens open
Let the drops fall where they may,
If they finally wash away the stain
From a daughter of the race of Cain.
I am not a stranger to the rain...

Let it rain."


Sung by the character Yona in "Children Of Eden"... One of the most beautiful songs I've ever had the fortune to perform.

Her Greatness

She creates, builds worlds with her words on a whim. Gifted with royalty, cursed with womanhood, and banned by fate from love. She is grace and poise and wisdom.. She is also alone. No path is open to her but power, a burden which, if not carried with grace, courage, and an iron, unwaivering certainty, will kill it's bearer, bring her down. With a passion that surpasses any before her, she leads the people in her care out of their fallen state and onto greatness and prosperity. She is unwaivering strength. She is creative genius. She is a woman. A german. The Empress of Russia.

She is Catherine The Great