Blistered by bigotry and selfishness And sees enough to want To dress the wounds And put the pain to rest .
She is the light That brings understanding And sensitivity . She li s The red mist of mythologised Masculinity and burns bright With lust for life , With passion and power Put to selfless use . She is what makes men more When boss men within And without bully them To be lesser , She is the one to Break the yoke of men The bloody throne that is Breaking them , Breaking all .
She stands on the horizon Haloed by the painted dusk And offers you a guiding hand ; A path away from whatever Engulfs you in torpor or agony . She is the one to set you free , If freedom is what you want . She offers you her hand , It is time to Take it .