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This song is for my sisters
Seasoned as the sea
A battle hymn
From deep within
For sun-strong shaping me.

For you who birthed my mother
And mother molding me
For foreheads kissed
And sleep you missed
And patched-up scrapes on knees.

This is of the teachers
Who sew the seeds to strive
Of women wise
Who dry my eyes
And learn us how to live.

I'm chanting those I cherish
With will as soft as stone
No sound to save
We weather waves
No woman stands alone.