Woman’s sanctified visions double back on her, the key of light her song, sighs form the chorus.
All her children see her full figure in the morning sky; questions seek sanctuary on a path to quietude.
The rewards of evening are filled with ease. She follows ocean stars that shimmer night and day. She knows you’re willing, just not standing by.
She’s placed stepping stones that lead back to her. The moon mirrors the sequences she’s discovered.
She brings choices to you, and another voice on which to sail your prayers. Who knows why she sings so softly, I guess it’s to herself.
Woman is the sacrifice; motherhood’s journey lifts redemption up, and soothes the anxious heart.
Spring water intones the lullaby her blood is coursing through.
(original) Woman is the sanctifier, visions double back on her, she sings in the key of light, she’s the chorus of her sighs.
All her children see her full figure in the morning sky; any questions seek sanctuary on her path that leads to quietude.
The rewards of evening come to her falteringly but filled with ease. She goes after ocean stars that shimmer night and day. She knows you’re willing, just not standing by.
She’s placed stepping stones on her journey; they lead back to her. The moon mirrors the sequences she’s discovered. She’ll bring choices to you, and another voice on which to sail your prayers. Who knows why she sings so softly, I guess it’s to herself.
Woman is the sacrifice; motherhood’s journey lifts redemption up, and soothes tempestuous skies within the anxious heart
Spring water intones the lullaby her blood is coursing through.
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