"This work is dedicated to the inner fire of all life. May our seeds of light open, brighten, and sow peace on earth." - Paula Cole
I am not the person who is singing
I am the silent one inside
I am not the one who laughs at people's jokes - I just passify their egos
I am not my house, my car, my songs
They are only stops along my way
I am like the winter in a dark cold female with a golden ring of wisdom in my cave
And it's me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who stoops my confidence
I am carrying my voice
I am carrying my heart
I am carrying my rhythm
I am carrying my prayers
But you can't kill my spirit it's solid and it's strong
like a mountain, I'll go on and on
but when my wings are folded - the brightly colored moth
blends into the dirt into the ground
And it's me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who stoops my confidence
And it's me who's too and its me who's too shy to ask for the thing I love
And it's me who's too and its me who's too shy to ask for the thing I love
But I love...but I love...but I love... But I love...but I love...and I love...
I am walking on the bridge I am over the water and I 'm scared as hell but I know there's something better yes, I know there's something better Yes, I know yes, I know yes, I know... But I love...but I love...but I love... But I love...but I love...but I love.... But it's me and it's me but it's me...
written and performed by Paula Cole - from the album, "This Fire"
