the world is passing away at every forgotten moment
and hereby hangs a tale of strength in every element
death and life in a nonstop battle echo from beyond
poor woman bearing immortal pain, stone in a pond
with ambrosial lament she waters her husband's life
and with her hands she builds her children's lifetime
from the depths of her anatomy she births tomorrow
wielding the conquering power of beauty and sorrow
on the wings of emotions she rides, pulling mankind
to the domains of pleasure and treasures hard to find
she gives everything to the world her heart she shares
and the darkest abominations of humanity she bares
against all odds she struggles every day, not to hate
her spirit's a believer, her soul knows no partial faith
poor woman, a flower trying to illuminate shadows
a short radiance of sun warming harmattan rainbows
slumbering thoughts, sweet emblems of a feeling soul
queen of heart, warm and passionate breathing home
I tale the grace of her mind it's musical without sound
for when a woman dies it's a bridge that's falling down.
