Sparing Change II

the wrong words made right
and my body made wrong
and I saw my legs swimming about
through the clear of a lake
and I though it a mistake;
that's not me .. is it?

the wrong words left
and the right ones came
and I didn't know who bade them
and I didn't know myself.

a girl played in my head,
did not drop her toys, instead
sulked from Ma and cut herself
off. Of course she bled.

Bled awhile then tied the frays;
Mama told her not to pout, so
a woman took her place
and now she knows she's not to
be a girl again,

and now she knows she's not to
go back again.

But where, 'ere, 'ere 
                               can I go