Morrigan Looks Back

I have lived long enough

to make the best mistakes

twice.

To feel when danger drops

it's net--

a tingle on my beastly hide.

Me, not ensnared, but hardly free,

a snag of a rag, on a thorn, in a tree

As day forces up its shards of light,

I dissapate. You will not catch me.

I have lived long enough to to know,

I have made all the best mistakes

twice.

Ah-- man. I have twitched like a horse

At the touch of your hand.

I have killed off the hope in your eyes.

I have walked on alone,

In the clean cold of rain,

I have made all the best mistakes,

Twice.