There’s a heart in every woman
known to all by another name
something that can’t be fooled
a thing that never breaks.
It’s our secret, yet belongs to the world
without it, the cries never die
We feel it when pain swoops in
but it’s subtle, beckoning its wish.
When a call comes, we must answer
We gather, we care, as we must
A night when the hours are darkest
is measured, caressed, and set free.
The heart of a woman is strength
but it beats to a different rhythm
it’s kind, it’s patient, it’s slower
yet in this world, it must live.
Daughters of mine, keep your precious hearts beating
for they lie at the heart of our world.