Isabella Bass

To those who carve statues of my face And to those who mark where my foot sets place You look upon me with only admiration and reverence  In your praise …

I do not know who I am, or what I am to be To be a ruler, or to be a fool The one who leads walks upon the tears  …

Come to me, my darling, so I may hold you close Let me gather you in my arms as we sway Follow my steps, let the music lead you astray …