Wild Creatures

When you catch the light
You look like your mother
It crushes me some,
Just right from the side
.
When you catch the light
There's a flash of wild creatures,
Before the Stone Age of the preachers,
And the husbands, and the wives
.
When you catch the light
The flood changes direction,

And darkens the lens
That projects my disguise
.
As you fight along-side,
You'll discover my weakness
I'm not fighting for your freedom,
I am fighting to be wild.
.
"Hey, little girl, would you like to be
The king's pet or the king?"
"I'd choose odorless and invisible,
But otherwise I would choose the king.
Even though it sounds the loneliest...
And my brother's hands would poison me."
.
"Hey, little girl, would you like to be
The king's pet or the king?"
"I'd choose odorless and invisible,
But otherwise I would choose the king,
Even though it sounds melodious...
There's no mother's hands to quiet me."