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From every inch of my bones to each strengthened muscle.
I've proved to be nothing more than an independent woman.
From the depths of my soul, I've searched for inner peace,
to live as the women within me. As my heart flutters the beats,
my mouth stutters then speaks, the words are pure
she preach. As she concurs self defeat, the loneliness and strife,
the pain from the knife that stabs my insides As those bloodshot
red eyes cry from self inflicted wounds of being my own worst enemy.
The liquor courage that's consumed, I'm no longer pure, yet self endured
Unconsciously afraid of what the world presents. The light of day,
she accessibly steps out from the darkness, now the queen represents the
true beauty an independent women.
