The eternal gypsy Regardless of what you label me My freedom is found in my ancestry Lost in my eyes the wisdom of the ages Connection to the slaves whose cries carry on in my anger Twisted in my locks, the only visible roots to my Mother Tears left on the shores Sweetness saturates my rolling tones, and sprinkle out of my pen Theres nothing normal about me Barefooted, running, digging my feet in the earth Do not get me confused with a hippie Understand the fires the beat against the sands Understand the drums that will beat against your soul Understand my rhythm as I twist my hips, which you find so exciting Understand that this spirit can not be owned, broken or yield Understand my passion that is unleashed in the midst of pain Long after youve sated yourself and disappeared, The gypsy, earthly goddess Eternal madness, dances on........THE GYPSY WOMAN