As a sword to my belly she broke free from my frame
a life to live freely, I gave her my name.

Through thunder and blood, tears upon joy
we suffered our love over every dumb boy.

Arisen from ashes, a woman she stands
brave as I raised her, no slave to a man.

Yet deep in the battle my own heart was slain
her words cut so deeply, leaving no empty vein.

Her strength turned her icy, her heart of stone
She faces a cruel world, fearless and alone.

My instinct to save her but none shall I do
My love shall go with her, while I remain mute.

For all I have given, one day she may come
to find me quite empty for I am undone.