The crows in the corn field wait to feed

From my flesh, they anticipate to meet their needs

They wait for me to fall, to fail, to admit defeat

But I will conquer, I am woman.

I stumble through the grass, the sun on my skin

Like hot coals on soft bronze, sweat beads on my chin

My toes trembling beneath, my knees about to give in

But I will conquer, I am woman.

Dark eyes determined, determined to make it through

My feet fall from beneath me, the crows bid me adieu

But with a cry, I shoo them, and rise to the sun

I will conquer, I am woman.

Step by step, the hilltop comes in sight

My calves swelling with blood, my neck stretched upright

I will not fall to the dirt, not without a fight

Because I will conquer, I am woman.

The night is cool, the sun needs rest

Finally, the weight is off my chest

I stand on my hill top, and embrace the warm dark night

For I have conquered, I am woman.