Being A Woman

{Met a distressed lady recently and I wanted to sing her a song. Came home and wrote this. It is a modified version of a song 'Colours of Life', I wrote to myself last year. Modified it because, I think we all deserve a song and we should often sing it to ourselves.}


You are a rainbow, don’t dress up dull
Not gloomy grey, nor dark and glum.
Splash some red, add a dash of blue
Kiss some peach, drape a violet hue.

 Be you, come rain or shine and live it bright
Sway in pink chiffon and lit up the night.
Be a rose a day; a tulip, another
Scatter the smiles like a scent of lavender.

They want you to live black and white
But you are a woman, a crimson delight.
You’re born a spirit of all tones and touches
Break free, the heart craves velvet blushes.

Your soul is not bare but decked gold
Your essence is beyond price, young or old.
Bear in mind, you’re the womb of life
 If a shade is striped, misery be foretold

A woman is when she is all her colours
She will only be if she saves them all.
Hold her, if you must, with her shades
For, if she drops one, she will not be!

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