Eyes Of Man

Ah, many a man has built his own temple
Shown to convey his grace and skill
Having great domes and pillars and arches
All fashioned to fit his will
When other 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 one, a builder of nations
Laden with labor, love and care
They place each pillar with pride and patience
Box every plan she'll post with prayer
Those who do not know
And know that they do not know
Are children, adopt them
But few men will praise her cause and omen
Some may not even understand
Most of the struggle born by woman
Can seldom be held in the eyes of man
Those who know and do not know that they know
They're asleep, don't wake them
So, be the temples men have cherished
Crumbled in ruins, to rot and rust
Lord 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 stature and gold
Deep in her heart she builds her temple
In her own child, her heart and soul