Meg Davis Women Of Steel
Women of steel, your bodies are cold
Where is the passion of days of old?
Held in your prison, you wither and die
Leaving love untold.
Strength of arm is a useful thing
But leaden arms can never turn to wings
And soon you will find all your youthfulness gone
As you sit by your fireside, all alone.
Women of steel, your bodies are cold
Where is the passion of days of old?
Held in your prison, you wither and die
Leaving love untold.
Choose to be warm,
Leave your armor and weapons behind
Learn to be kind; choose to be wise
Tell go all the warrior’s disguises.
Women of steel, the fighting is done
Now turn your eyes to the blazing sun
And let your hearts fill with joy and delight
As you conquer the darkness and enter the fight.
Choose to be warm,
Leave your armor and weapons behind
Learn to be kind; choose to be wise
Tell go all the warrior’s disguises.
Some day the call will arise again
And you will join with a few honest men
To fight the evil that lingers and waits
By the forest gates, by the forest gates,
By the forest gates.
