Amera’s Muse
Sing tales of my muse and what she did to me
Sing tails of my muse and how she set me free
Like a raging fire that burned the city down
She swept my soul and draped it like a gown
She has taken my mind and turned it inside out
Not on my own and that I have no doubt
From out of no were this entity came
If I listen to myself, will I still be sane?
Take an empty mind and fill it with this word
Without my muse the meaning would be blurred
Is she a curse or an answer to prayer?
For no reason at all, I am made aware
So sing tales of my muse and how she took my soul
And sing tales of my muse and how she took control
So I submit to my muse and she comforts me
She gives me these blessings as you can see

Tamara










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