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WOMBYN
Written by Pamela Witcher
Music by Glenna McConnell
Sung by Glenna McConnell, Kim Deschamps and Pamela Witcher
Videoclip by Erick Jalbert
Performance at Mouvement Contre Viol & Inceste 25th anniversary on the 24th of May, 2001
Icy red drops seep slowly
As our raging heart freezes
Searching for the little child inside
A long-lost friend, wandering
In the seat of our soul
(Where are you?)
Pinioned and liberated feminine spirit
Is how this ballad goes
Our sweat and our toil
Is how we bear our place for so long
To be no more to this end, to this day
To be no more to this end, to this day
We are wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
Wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
A mystery we remain to be
No one, but mother earth
Could ever comprehend with such a clarity
Dance with me a tale about wombyn
To remind ourselves of our worth
(Where are you?)
Freedom does not come easily
Dig deeply and painfully within
And meet the little girl once again
Who will gladly show us the way
Until our wings grow and our chains melt
We are wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
Wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
No shape of expectation
Should mold us into strangers
Though on a quivering ground, we stand still in solidarity
Though a bitch is what they call us,
that chauvenistic society
We are wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
Wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
To be mean is not necessary
But to be free is essential
Chin up, back straight, bosoms out
Walk tall, walk hard
Without fear but with pride
(Where are you?)
Can you not see the red carpet beneath us
All the way to the edge of the universe?
Can you not see the royal shoes on our feet
Marching on the surface of this planet?
Don't interfere, please let us just be
Don't interfere, please let us just be
We are wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
Wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
Wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
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