Menso, Korpo & Spirito

When a man makes a woman cry
he makes the rivers cry with her—
with bitter wind blowing
disrupting souls,
flying arrows, screaming mouths.
The heart drops; the beat just stops.
They can't see. Who is she?
Where could she be?
That woman, the strength in me.

Oh, I see, I see...
He made her cry, forgot the child
inside of her—in you, in me.
Yes, that's her. She's just like me.
Inside of her, in you, in me.
Not a body, not just a soul,
someone who cared with love
and grew to whole.
Inside of her, in you, in me,
she's a woman, she sets you free!

—by Olga Carvalho