Mariposa's Daughters
Mariposa's Daughters
Maybe the homeless tempest is lost in the sea;
But wont it shed shackles and rather be free.
Maybe the mighty torches imprison blazing light;
But O' tell me how, can I let go, without a fight.
Maybe night's bride sings solitary verses under naked trees;
But, your purgatory her paradise, your thunder her breeze.
Maybe our wings are slayed and slaughtered;
But won't it be lovely to play Mariposa's daughters.
They say we're architects of anarchy, seducers of sin;
But don't we have battles to lose, wars to win
They say our footsteps pave way to purgatory gates;
But, hail us for we are martyrs of cognitive fate.
Maybe the captor can't contain our footprints within;
But aren't you my saint, ain't I your sin.