Eyes Of Man

Ah many a man has built his own temple
 Shown to convey his grace and skill
 Having red domes, pillars and arches
 All fashioned to fit his will
 When over men observe it's 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 labour, 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 that know
 That they do not know, are children, a dark girl
 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 her mortal soul