Her will is what were made of
Her courage who we are
How we travelled from a far
Her strength is what we call on
Her knowledge where we are
How we battled against the odds
We are all alone
But for her
We won't make it home
But for her
It is she who really sees
What it means to live and breathe
It is she who holds the key
Her tears are what we learn from
Her beauty why we lust
How we reasoned with our love
Her fears are what we call on
Her duty why we must
How we listened to our hearts
We are all alone
But for her
We won't make it home
But for her
It is she who really sees
What it means to live and breathe
It is she who holds the key
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the women. cool write x
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