Burn the house down

They will see the gentle smiles
wipe your cream onto their piles,
expect too little and too much
mistake compassion for soft touch,

expect that you need to be led
and hang on all the words they said
follow blind stuck on their tales
so certain that your bound to fail.

It's then your voice brings out the dead
and shows them where they dare not tread.
They turn around and you are gone
still not sure where it went wrong.

and as you set the legions free
remind them how its going to be
every castle built will burn
because each stone had to be earned.

fear the smoke that rips their throats,
find lame words on which they'll choke
and as you shout out "what's my name"
They'll follow you into the flames

and as you ask them once again
they tell you, you are woman