A huntress with a bow.
She sits on me now . . .
Waits to prey on me below.
Siting heavy above my brow,
Though all my heart is love
She calls down, a raven mocking,
A weasel snapping at a dove.
She sits with me now
Raining down my fears,
She strikes another hurtful blow
Calling names, calling jeers.
She sits with me
All of life's a joke
Now when I look back,
I see the blackest smoke.
Now she is alone,
Though all my heart is love
All I can do is wait her out,
'Til skies are clear above.
