Our God, she is strong
She roars, words flow in song
She holds the moon and Earth
The sun that she birthed
She'll untie the ropes that bind us
We make new rope to unite us
A new life, freedom calls
Womyn of the world pulling down walls
Our God, she is struggle
She roars, structures crumble
She has life in her hand
She is the womyn of every land
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