When We March

Good women, wives, and mothers,
Sisters, daughters, and the men
Who love us
When we march God smiles upon us
In all Her glorious grace.

You can’t contain our spirit,
Or silence our demands; we’ve come
Too far to turn back now
And this sky remains the limit
Bountiful stars mark our vow.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats. View all posts by nananoyz