Come Away Little Lamb

I was born on a morning
Too early for the sunshine
All the candles trembled
For their little tearful light
God, how it almost extinguished!
What a violent, scorching flame of a girl
Turned to ash by her own blaze
I couldn't have arrived in the daylight
Burning, burning
For the touch, for the breath, for the torch to hold me
A man named Matthew
Used to call me Lamb
So meek as to lay myself on the altar
All of the temple on fire
And yet, I have lion enough to lie close to my newborn heart
Neither of us quarreling
Fangs withdrawn
Skittish soul sleepy with peace
I was afraid my dearest
When you spoke of a taper immolating from both ends
I was worried for the center
And what happens when it's reached
So I would rather flick the match, careless
Step in as all the trees burn
So as to make way for the phoenix
And the green shoots
New forest
I was born on a morning
Too early for sunshine
And I learned quickly to ignite the star
From deep within
Or be lost to the deep, blue night
To be both the fox and the rose
Or hide in the immortal shadows,
For which I have never cared
I was born in the morning
Never felt whole in the evening
Let the sun come up, and up and up
Let me be the dawn
Little daughter of the daybreak
Forever