I Hail Thee! Woman

Player one, two, three I hail thee! Woman Each day it is an awesome task To cover her face with a mask A different one she wears each day A mask of beauty beneath a mask of love A mask of pain embroided by sorrow Lifes of loved ones lost She would gladly like to re-borrow She is the perfect player She is the perfect mother She is the perfect daughter She is the perfect lover Player one, two, three I hail thee! Woman There she wears her mask again A mask of conniving sharpness and evil And a parting deal with the devil A mask of infinite ideas And one of fictional loving care Player one, two, three I hail thee! Woman Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi