Wandering about in the dark We sing Hail Mary's for Her
Without a solid bearing on Her mast the Gail whips her back and forth
She calls out for help but does not see that She is in the Center of the Arena
We tell ourselves that eventually she'll come to sense and spread Her wings and Fly
While we cope she fills the great Hall with her wails for rescue, to no avail.
Still there is nothing we can do for Her
A Lost Cause is the Woman who allows a man to dictate her Fate.
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