Life Substance #20 - The Female Being.

(Verse 1) When the cosmic fire fractured, when the single broke in two, I was left to be the chalice, I was left to gather dew. While the hunter took the mountain, while he learned to strike and roam, I became the quiet valley, I became the hearth and home. I’m the gravity that anchors, I’m the root beneath the tree, Waiting for the wandering spark to find its way to me. The "X" has tipped the balance, now the inward journey starts, And here within the silence, I am weaving flesh and hearts. (Pre-Chorus) But beneath the placid water, there’s a current running deep, There’s a warrior inside me, though I’ve sung him fast asleep. The masculine is dormant, locked away behind the veil, While the power of the "twenty" takes the helm and sets the sail! (Chorus) Substance Twenty! The architect of breath, The shield against the shadow, the rival unto death. A symphony of patience, a fortress made of care, With a strength that moves the mountains, though it’s lighter than the air. I’m the weaver of the fabric in this evolutionary dance, One half of a divided soul, caught within the trance. Substance Twenty – the keeper of the flame! (Verse 2) I am governed by the cycle, by the season and the seed, By the "nurturing vibration" that provides for every need. Let them boast of all their battles, let them revel in the fight, I am holding the tomorrow in the darkness of the night. Yet a phantom ache remains, of a wild and restless roam, A memory of the freedom that I lost to build this home. It's the paradox of nature, it's the beauty of the snare, That the one who holds the prisoner is the one who tied the hair. (Bridge) Oh, the one-pole state is heavy, it’s a beautifully disguised Separation from the heaven we have left behind our eyes. I am "Number Twenty" singing, in a soft and silver tone, Building bridges to the future from a foundation of stone. I am fragments of the highest, in a temporary frame, Walking through the mortal fires, whispering the secret name. (Chorus) Substance Twenty! The architect of breath, The shield against the shadow, the rival unto death. A symphony of patience, a fortress made of care, With a strength that moves the mountains, though it’s lighter than the air. I’m the weaver of the fabric in this evolutionary dance, One half of a divided soul, caught within the trance. Substance Twenty – the keeper of the flame! (Outro) The spiral ever climbing... Towards the perfect whole. Until the poles unite again... I am the anchor. I am the womb. I am Twenty.