Sacrifice

She’s a punishing, all encompassing mistress
She takes all our life and settles for nothing less
You can try to keep her as a toy
But in the end you’ll have to make a choice

I have made a choice

I love music
My mother is music
My lover music
It’s been around for me many years and now
If I could do it again
I’d offer my life on the altar
And cut your heart like a sacrificial lamb

She’ll take your first born and make it your last
You will toil hands in soil;
Do what you’re asked
Your shelter will be the roof of your mouth;
Makes no difference the mind you’ve got

I don’t mind my lot

Sister, Lady T. Mother, Judy G
Lover, Polly Jean