eyes of man

a many a man has built his own temple

shown to convey his grace and skill

having red domes and pillars and arches

all fashioned to fit his will

when other men observe its 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 labor

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

and know that they do not know

are children

adopt them

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's immortal soul