DEMOS

Once, I can’t remember
I was long ago
Someone strange
I was innocent and wild
And full of pain
Now that I’m a woman
Everything feels strange

Once, when I was searching
Somewhere out of reach
Far away
In a place that was not mine
Nor love obey
Now that I’m a woman
Everything has changed

NOW THAT I'M A WOMAN

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Far beyond the gate, grey stone rings
Lady, goes by Lola, beckons me
But now I know how, held her lovers courts devotion 
Til she threw the rest into the ocean 

I walk where Lola lays over yonder
A thinly veiled light, a kite

SWAN KING

Blessed are the poor of heart
The meek shall wash and bury their scars
Blessed are the torn apart
The weak in silence gather their arms

Turning dust into gold

Blessed are the weary eyes
The tears they weep will water the skies
Blessed are the bruised and bent
The last to fall shall rise again

Turning dust into gold
The more you seek the less you hold

DEMOS

Mads Jensen