Oh sisters mine, you stand with downcast eyes:
You've been enslaved and withheld rightful pride.
You have buckled under to please the guys,
an echo of the day the serpent lied.
You've been enslaved and withheld rightful pride.
You have buckled under to please the guys,
an echo of the day the serpent lied.
You've always thought you were the tool of men
Since the fall, man has gained the upper hand;
You believe that your gender is a sin
If you were Beatrice you could understand.
Since the fall, man has gained the upper hand;
You believe that your gender is a sin
If you were Beatrice you could understand.
Oh sisters mine, uplift your pretty eyes:
Let your heart be free and behold the theme.
Don't hold your spirits back, but let them rise,
And take your place amid God's glorious scene.
Let your heart be free and behold the theme.
Don't hold your spirits back, but let them rise,
And take your place amid God's glorious scene.
When God made women He didn't make them weak
Strength controlled is the beauty of the meek.
Strength controlled is the beauty of the meek.
