Harper Roy
Work Of Heart
Out on the street
Hung in the mid-air
Freer than last year
But still caught in a snare
Stumbling through
Collisions of roles
O how we suffer
Saving our souls
Woman I couldn't let you be
Any less free than me
Please don't feel so alone
Now you're out on your own
Woman I couldn't let you be
Any less free than me
Out of my hands
And into your arms
Together we weather
The gathering storms
On our own terms
A flash in your smile
A touch in your eyes
A taste of desire
New romantic surprise
Woman I couldn't let you be
Any less free than me
I am not a number
I am a free
At last we can dance
Mother; mother; mother