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Nothing is new under the Sun
As far as she could see, the dark clouds were rolling in
As they always had shading her life,in dark shrouds.
The wharf and weft of clouds getting under her skin.
She was used to ignorance and the hate of the crowd.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
The crows took the light from her eyes
Alone out on the moors no one heard her cries.
Pangs of hunger attacked her and slowly she breathed her last.
No one to see or care her sin had made her an outcast.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
She had followed her feelings true
No matter her body she was a woman.
Her body was wrong she was female, she knew.
They call her Tom and made her a man.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
When they found her dressed as her kind
They accused her of being a witch or a demon.
No mercy was shown, beaten and stripped her hands tied behind.
She was dragged through the village and up the hill.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
The parts of her body she hated the most
Exposed for all to see,they screamed ‘ he be a man’
She closed her mind to the horde and the host.
Worst of all they then dressed her as a man.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
They hoisted her high at midnight.She had been beaten all day
She silently suffered, closed down her mind and just prayed.
No one looked back on her , no pity or care as they walked away
Those she had loved had her to the elders betrayed.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
When darkness came it was such a relief
She had no more to fear the worst had been done
As she left this world she shed all pain and grief
Tomasena’s soul, a beautiful woman circles the moon and the sun.
