Female Wisdom

Описание: [Intro]
(whisper) Remember…
(hum) mmm… ah…
In the ashes of loud centuries,
a quieter knowing still glows.

[istrumental breakdown]

[Verse 1]
There were hands that read the seasons,
not from books, but from the skin.
Midnight councils by the fire,
where the healing could begin.

Herbs and water, breath and patience,
names for grief, and names for birth—
a wisdom carried, not to rule us,
but to keep us close to Earth.

And we lost it in the noise,
in the iron, in the speed,
when “soft” became a weakness
and “power” became a need.

[Pre-Chorus]
Not woman over man,
not man above the rest—
just listening again
to what we buried in our chest.

[Chorus]
Hymn to hope— we are learning to hear
the old warm voice that was missing for years.
Hymn to hope— let the hard become kind,
let the heart and the body reconnect in the mind.

Teach us how to meet, not to win,
how to hold what we feel without shame in the skin.
In every shade, in every way we belong—
we come back to each other.
We come back strong.

[Verse 2]
For the women who were silenced,
for the men who learned to freeze,
for the ones between and beyond us
who kept naming what they need—

May we stop calling love a battlefield,
stop calling fear “the truth.”
May we make room for tenderness,
and honor every route.

Some are fire, some are water,
some are neither, some are both—
the sacred isn’t one narrow doorway,
it’s a thousand ways of “home.”

[Pre-Chorus]
Not your role, not my mask,
not the old binary demand—
just the courage to be human,
and the courage to understand.

[Chorus]
Hymn to hope— we are learning to hear
the old warm voice that was missing for years.
Hymn to hope— let the hard become kind,
let the heart and the body reconnect in the mind.

Teach us how to meet, not to win,
how to touch with respect, how to speak from within.
In every shade, in every way we belong—
we come back to each other.
We come back strong.

[Bridge]
(wordless whispers, like wind in a hall)
ah… ah… mmm…

(spoken, soft)
I don’t want your surrender.
I want your truth.
I don’t want your silence.
I want your listening.

(spoken, rising)
Let “masculine” mean presence,
not domination.
Let “feminine” mean wisdom,
not obligation.
Let “between” mean freedom,
not confusion.
Let “beyond” mean welcome—
a wider inclusion.

[Final Chorus]
Hymn to hope— we remember again,
the circle is wide enough for all of our names.
Hymn to hope— may we heal what we learned,
may the bridges we build be the places we return.

No more war in the language of love,
no more cages in the name of “enough.”
In every shade, in every way we belong—
we come back to each other.
We come back strong.

[Outro]
(hum) mmm… ah…
(whisper) Hope…
is not loud.
It’s faithful.