Whoah, Whoah,
Whoah mama
Whoah papa
War is not a woman's game
We’ve been praying for redemption
Since the dawn of humankind
For the safety and protection
Of a woman and her child
When the old way keeps on failing
A new sun has to rise
Look ahead as times are changing
War is not a woman's game
Whoah, Whoah,
Whoah mama
Whoah papa
War is not a woman's game
It’s the love of a mother verse the spear of a gun
It’s the strength of giving shelter to your enemies lost son
By caring for the other
You can protect your child
For the sake of all our sons and our daughters
War is not a woman’s game
Whoah, Whoah,
Whoah mama
Whoah papa
War is not a woman's game
It's not easy to believe it
But if we let ourselves conceive it
We could find
Salvation , Revelation
Recreation , Inspiration
Flotation , illumination
Elevation, New Sensations
Liberation, Consolation
Celebration, Good Vibrations
Emanation, Reformation
Golden age is comin’ now
Two by two they come for you
Spine becoming soil
Manifesting the age of redemption
The tides recoil
An eye to the horizon and it’s fire
The celiliquee of time lingers on our tongue a small prayer
Sacred desire
It is us, It is us!
The womb no longer a tomb for our daughters our sons the golden ones
Our palms up to the sky inviting the rain to remove the blood staines still in awe of the hidden sun and her memory
It ain’t child’s play
It ain’t a woman’s game
We the women of the world are tired of being tired
it is our time
We are rising
Ooooooh,
Ohh mama
Ohh papa
War is not a woman's game
Whoah mama
Whoah papa
War is not a woman's game
We’ve been praying for redemption
Since the dawn of humankind
For the safety and protection
Of a woman and her child
When the old way keeps on failing
A new sun has to rise
Look ahead as times are changing
War is not a woman's game
Whoah, Whoah,
Whoah mama
Whoah papa
War is not a woman's game
It’s the love of a mother verse the spear of a gun
It’s the strength of giving shelter to your enemies lost son
By caring for the other
You can protect your child
For the sake of all our sons and our daughters
War is not a woman’s game
Whoah, Whoah,
Whoah mama
Whoah papa
War is not a woman's game
It's not easy to believe it
But if we let ourselves conceive it
We could find
Salvation , Revelation
Recreation , Inspiration
Flotation , illumination
Elevation, New Sensations
Liberation, Consolation
Celebration, Good Vibrations
Emanation, Reformation
Golden age is comin’ now
Two by two they come for you
Spine becoming soil
Manifesting the age of redemption
The tides recoil
An eye to the horizon and it’s fire
The celiliquee of time lingers on our tongue a small prayer
Sacred desire
It is us, It is us!
The womb no longer a tomb for our daughters our sons the golden ones
Our palms up to the sky inviting the rain to remove the blood staines still in awe of the hidden sun and her memory
It ain’t child’s play
It ain’t a woman’s game
We the women of the world are tired of being tired
it is our time
We are rising
Ooooooh,
Ohh mama
Ohh papa
War is not a woman's game
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ft. Amyra León