Truth is hard
it's physically painful
the push, the hiding, fighting
to get to passion

Praise the lady
who fights for passion
closing her eyes to darkness
and walking toward it
Thank the higher power
for letting her stand after the storm

I look in corners on my walks
where I ordinarily wouldn't
tears come to my eyes
thinking of the women
I left behind

Praise the lady
who fights for passion
closing her eyes to darkness and walking toward it
Thank the higher power
for letting her stand after the storm

I force the walks
though my arms and legs hurt
my muscles burn
when I push them to stretch
to cover bone
my chest gurgles from my cracked head
my head tires of my eyes
I push to get back the time of my life

Praise the lady
who fights for passion
closing her eyes to darkness and walking toward it
Thank the higher power
for letting her stand after the storm

Praise the lady
praise the lady