I’ve told myself no place can hold me
No love can halt my stride.
Four times home pulled from under me
and blood breaking my pride.
Even those who walk the day alone
feel the clench of fear at night.
Squeeze the jade from the heart’s stone,
surrender to the romance of a jasmined night.
It’s true I’m no longer a girl,
to believe the fated loves you speak.
It’s true I’m enough woman,
to know the love in the mundane.
So despite myself,
my heart is still with you
breaking me with every day
I let our doomed fairytale come true.