The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o'er life's turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home
The heart of a woman falls back with the night
And enters some alien cage in its plight
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.