My Creator

What kind of man, what could I be?

Afraid of everyone I meet

Lie forever, afterthought

Some are men

And some are not



And love 

What could I stand

If there's my 

Was there your land

Lie forever future 

But here I stay and here I am



And who but you?

What could I know?

To follow with me far below.

My protect and servitude

And crippling dependency



What kind of woman would I be

If I refuse what's asked of me?

Some lines can turn you 

Some names will never be forgot.

My body can, but I cannot

I'm sorry, mommy

I cannot.