To the bearer of nations, it is you I call,
The last of the creator’s creations, it is you I call,
To you whose weakness, falls the strength of nations, it is you I call,
To the foundations of generations, it is you I call,
Oh how wonderfully and fearfully you are made,
Your beauty traverses and transcends boundaries,
To those who knew, you are called woman,
Woe-be-the man that despises you,
To you whose flaw, flaws the flawless,
Weapons of war could not bring you down
Samson, the strength of the world, was a molehill before thee,
Solomon, the wisdom of the world, was a folly before thee,
David, the king of the world, to thee has fallen,
The light cum the darkness of the world,
I do not eulogise thee, but idolise thee,
To ye that is the descendent of Eve,
Lonely could have being the name of the world without thee.
