A river runs upwards.
It's drowning the trees.
The children screaming, all bought to their knees.
The hills are inverted, they're off underground.
The heavens are calling, they're calling to war.

For I am woman.
Wily woman, creature of power.
For now, women worldwide let this be your hour.
Air heads and flower pots.
I am not.
Neither are you.
Kick of your shoes.
Dance on hot coals.
Glass ceilings got shattered.

Modern day lady, whether or not.
Freedom to live, freedom to love.
But, I wouldn't mind a millionaire.
As long as he's got most of his teeth and some of his hair.
(c)LIVVI