Sometimes a Woman Is An Island

Sometimes a woman is an island
Sometimes a woman stands alone
'Cause they’ll turn her joy into sorrow
And she knows her grief is her own

Sometimes a woman is a bell
She'll make you the sweetest of music
But inside she's rattling around
Back and forth, her insides, she abuses

Sometimes a woman is a girl
She needs to feel she has a future
That someone is taking care of her
Has a kiss for her scrapes and her sutures

Sometimes a woman is an island
And she’ll stand far away on her own
You'll need to hold your breath
Meet her right where she is
And show her that she's not alone