How nice it would be being a woman,
With smiles soothing sad hearts,
With tears burning greed and selfishness,
With pain abolishing deceitfulness,
With love shielding from impediments,
Being a missionary, the Almighty has sent.
So, why is she ignored?
Leading a life of dark hours
Why none welcomes her birth?
The angel of beauty and suavity,
Owning ever the crown of society.