Eyes Of Man

Ah many a man has built his own temple

Shown to convey his grace and skill

Having red domes pillars and arches

All fashioned to fit his will

When other men observe it's beauty

They stand and see and sigh and say

Great is your work oh yes oh builder

Your fame shall never fade away

Those who do not know and do not know

That they do not know are foolish avoid them

Then there is woman a builder of nations

Laden with labour love and care

They place each pillar with pride and patience

Pops every plan she'll pose to a prayer

Those who do not know that know

That they do not know are children a dark girl

But few men will praise her cause and omen

Some may not even understand

Most of the struggle borne by woman

Is seldomly held in the eyes of man

Those who know and do not know

That they know they're asleep awake them

So be the temples men have cherished

Crumbled in ruins to rot and rust

No lies each pillar and arch to perish

Doomed to decay and rot to dust

Oh but those who know and know that they know

Are of wisdom appreciate them

Oh but the temples created in woman

Never have failed in statue and goal

Deep in her heart she fills her temple

In her own child her mortal soul