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