Her Song Remains the Same

I see your mouth, I know its shape, I see your eyes, They're black as snakes. I know your hands, They're rough and cold, I see your feet, They're forty years old. I see your heart, Though it hides in you, I know its color, Beats me black and blues. I see you, In the pitch of the night, I can see you clearly, Even without the light. My mother heard me holler, God heard me bawl, But neither one of them, Did anything at all. I see you, I hate you, And I wish I didn't, Have to. I see my wolf, She's brave and strong, When I grow up, I'll sing her song.