How many times did she declared herself dead? Maybe same as the number of stars above the night sky In which she tell every pain she had before she forgets How to really live rather than just to plainly breathe
The awakening has now come into her dreamland She will be dressed as one of those shining stars She is brave because God her out of courage. Marvelous enough to bring revival to her soul.
She is a woman. No other person shall build her For she can do it herself She is heaven-sent, a woman of God.
The way God brings comfort to thee, Is through the shape of her. She once forgotten her worth, She is the revival.