(encore #1)
Sagittarius, you would break yourself over me
Your plurality gives me opportunities
your scars help me pick you out of a crowd
Once you were a hungry wolf hiding in the future
with a love of family and a taste for violence
a cancer survivor who never stopped fighting
you were tequila: strong and bronze, rooted and destructive
Once you were an emotional orphan
a voodoo doll that tortured itself but who
would never fall for the traps or the tricks
of the people who wanted to cage and protect you
Once you were a broken child who grew up blind
who wanted to give and to destroy in equal measure
who had to learn to ask for help, who had to learn to regret,
and had to learn how to let go, but could never get used to it
And then at last you were everything you wanted to be
a freewheeling Romanian gypsy sucking on the world's rind
who lost her true love early in life to a dramatic ending
and who finally had the soul to find peace with my eyes
who could swim in my stream parallel to me and peacefully
without ever cutting across my path
But still, it's you, Ash
I can still see you in a sea of arrows
and you're a little bit of everything, maybe some nothing too
and I think you can still see me
Sagittarius, you are unbreakable
and although at first you would seem to be at my mercy
understand that you would undo me, in time