Virgin Queen

My care is like my shadow

Laid bare beneath the sun
It follows me at all times
And flies when I pursue it
I freeze and yet am always burned
Since from myself again I turn
I love and yet am forced to hate
I seem stark mute; inside I prate
y carry is like my shadow
Laid low inside the brush
It follows me at all times
And kills when I attack them
I earn and yet am always hungry
Since from farm again I turn
I hurt and yet am forced to heal
I seem stark mute; inside I curse
Some gentler poke doth ease itself
Into my bars and gold
!or I am soft and made of snow
"ift# be more cruel or so be kind
y care is like my shadow
Laid bare beneath the sun
It follows me at all times
And flies when I pursue it
I freeze and yet am always burned
Since from myself again I turn
I love and yet am forced to hate
I seem stark mute; inside I prate
Some gentler love doth ease itself
Into my heart and mind
!or I am soft and made of snow
Love# be more cruel or so be kind
Some gentler love doth ease itself
Into my heart and mind
!or I am soft and made of snow
Love# be more cruel or so be kind