Her Own Country

She is her own country
Lush and understanding
In her own country
The only landscape is her heart
And in her own country
Poetry wears lace and leather
Her acceptance weaves fair weather
In her own country

And she makes miracles with her hands
Hides her secrets in her eyes
She makes miracles where she stands
In her own country
She makes miracles, she makes miracles
With her hands

She sings her siren song
Capable and fetching
Sings her siren song
With the sweeping of her skirts
And in her siren song
Poetry wears lace and leather
Every phrase a kissing feather
Of her siren song

And she makes miracles...

Bridge:
And if you want to fly
She will show you
She will show you how she stitched
Her own two wings
She will give you thread and needles
For your own

She is her own country
Full of gentle laughing
In her own country
Laughter makes the landscape dance
And in her own country
Wit and kindness lace her leather
Treasure every day together
In that fair country

Notes: A present for a good friend, a beautiful person, someone I want to know forever. And she really is her own country.

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