I came of age as I left As it was lifted from my chest Come a rushing winter, came a bird She was soft, frail and full And spoke of years spent indoors But she needs not worry anymore The ear turned soft by her breath A pocket-knife beat in her chest Hearts may race and out pours only sadness As words spilled warm from her breasts We're of plenty for the poor She said we need not worry anymore We can take it back Back when trying was no part of living Back when the sun was only giving Back when your eyes were blue on whitest white 'Fore darkness had stolen even one night Back where loving was not of of weakness Towards where the hunger is oh so shameless Back before we became somebody's mistress Back when we were our father's princess