I was  a shy and lonely girl – with the heavens in my eyes
and as I walked along the lane – I heard the echoes of her cries

I cannot fight, I cannot a warrior be;
It’s not my nature nor my duty.

It is the womanhood in me.
I was a lost and angry youth – there were no tears in my eyes.

I saw no justice in my world – only the echoes of her cries.
I cannot fight, I cannot a warrior be;

It is my nature – not my duty.
It is the womanhood in me.

I am an older woman now – and I will heed my own cries
and I will a fierce warrior be – ‘til not another woman dies

I can and will fight, I can and will a warrior be;
It is my nature and my teaching.
It is the sister-hood in me.

I can and will fight, I can and will a warrior be;
It is my teaching and my duty – it is the sisterhood in me.