There Is No Spring Without a Woman

Sometimes I get upset that I am a womanThe desire strikes me to be a boyI say it with my soul, I say it with my heartUntil my anger fades away

Perhaps it has happened to you too, oh womenTo have voiced this desire just like meWe carry all the burdens on our shouldersAnd you get so tired you say, I'd rather be dead

Sometimes I am amazed, an energy fills meI don't know where it enters, or which door it leavesI am glad I'm not a boy, but a woman with breastsSpring blooms in my eyes once again

Men tell us that we have seven soulsI get angry, and I make no soundIt is a miracle God made us with a wombAnd I don't let the man have the upper hand

I get upset sometimes, I get angryBut you cannot stand in the way of God's choicesTo be a woman is always worth itSpring without a woman, no, it does not bloom!!