To always stand on the fringe,
On the outside looking in,
To bridge the gap, to claw your way back,
To the surface
When loneliness shreds you apart,
And weariness empties your heart,
Always on the giving end, with never enough to give
Worn thin to oblivion, in the shadow of society built on togetherness
Where is your hope of the shore Woman when the sea wages its war?
But Woman, you are a warrior
When you stand, you stand on your own,
When the other ones fold in lover’s arms,
You stand under the Creator’s wing and cling
To a quiet dream, and every day shoulder the impossible.
Your love is like no other, your love thunders and tears asunder
Your arms and hands are beauty
Though they are weary, for the little ones they ferry, all alone
There’s no time to fold, there’s no option to quit, no luxury of giving in
For your weariness is precious and your efforts are endless and so far from perfection
But Woman, you are a warrior.
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