For the mother of a weeping child
for the woman who sees delight
For the female who sees complexity
who takes up her sword to fight.

Your child depends on you for strength
Your child keeps her secrets tight,
your child is embraced in love
She'll take up your sword to fight

For the king without a kingdom
For the dancer without feet
For the musician without ears
Do not sit down and wear defeat

If it shatters, let the light bounce through
If you think you are drowing, you just might
If you think you can swim, then don't just float
Just take up your sword and fight.