Our woman’s lot, my mother says,
To bear children and not use our heads.
Yet words have sprung before my eyes,
Bringing me hope and freedom to try.
CHORUS
A moment has come,
One I never believed.
Should I do nothing
Or say that I can read?
The Smallman King who hid away,
Gave me courage to think and say
My thoughts despite disagreement and pain.
In turmoil I wait, for a choice must be made.
REPEAT CHORUS
BRIDGE
Know your place, the lot life casts.
Do not make a scene when the danger is vast.
Yet no one else will take a stand.
Perhaps a weakling has a place in the Song-Giver’s plan.
Our woman’s lot, my mother says,
To bear children and not use our heads.
Yet words have sprung before my eyes,
Opening doors to adventures untried.
Tag: Opening doors to adventures untried.
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5 comments:
I like that this is written to be a song, and it's very well-written. Great job, Meredith! ~Savannah P.
At first I thought it was Starflower, but no it's Leta!
Fantastic! Very well done and so very Leta! I like this one a lot! :) And how it's like a song. Very cool!
-Rebekah Lawrence (AKA Stargazer / Rebekah L.
Awesome job as ever, Meredith!
Leta is a favorite character of mine so it was nice to see someone do something with her :)
Leta's heart beautifully sung! Meredith, you have such an amazing way with words, poetry and prose.
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