mtrotter1

Rainy Day Bra

A woman\'s hands is a woman\'s hands

But our bras are sacred;

Behold our power and our strength

Behold the mighty touch of our hands,

Behold the statues that carry weight

Behold the empires we create...

For the touch of our bras sustains us

We wear them proudly with a smile

And all the while...we persevere

Through the wind, through the rain,

Through anything,

And what is best about a rainy day

Is the power of the forces that win

Oh sacred roses wear sacred bras

We range within the colors

For every style is unique

And every style is worthy

Oh women, women

Do you see

The beauty of our revelry?

For I remain solid in my seat

For the perfect bra can\'t be beat;

Oh rainy days shine on me

Like an everlasting halo of rest,

Oh what becomes of my budding chest

When all I feel is the sun\'s caress?

Let us be brave...Let us be mighty

For we are statues

With rainy day bras,

We stand tall...We stand proudly

For I am happy to be a woman

In my strength.