the black crowes sing on

she talks to angels
to tell them about
her pain
as if
they didn't know.

she greets the day
with a smile
although it hurts
she carries
on and on and on.

because she's strong
and because she's brave
she doesn't cry
or try
to hide her scar.

inside her heart
is breaking
inside her tears
are crying
let them flow.

but she will soldier
on and on and on
and shoulder her load
even if her soul
gives out.

for she is an empress
watching over us all
the ruler of our fragile hearts
that beat in time
to her steady feet.

she is the hills
and we are the sea
she looks at us
to grieve
we look at her
to understand.