where lightning struck her

I met a woman

mostly hidden and cold

She's got a scar 

where lightning struck her

when she stopped growing old.

I met a woman,

life etched in her skin 

She's got a mark

where life ran out 

and the sickness got in.

but she could knock the paint off a saint

and she does

I met a woman

mostly cold and hidden

She's got a line 

you could talk right up to

but the rest is forbidden

fingertips on her skin

you trace her origin

here is the mother 

who beat her to hell

here is the father 

who loved her too well