She Does Not Brave the War (But She Saves the Day)

She does not move
The foot of her labor
She does not rest her weight
Each evening
She does not know her beauty grows with age
She does not brave the war
But she saves the day

She does not hear words to flatter
She does not take much ease or pleasure
She does not write to love
She does not bend or break
Or run away
She does not brave the way
But she saves the day

Oh
Oh
Oh

She does not build the fortresses
Or touch the farthest moon
She does not climb the ladder
Or hold the silver spoon
She does not make the history list
Not to mind a man's portrait
She does not brave the war
But she saves the day