Broken woman, she's been broken,
Her soul bleeds,
He's sown seeds,
of hatred in her.
She raises her voice to the sky,
She weeps, grieves, relieves her sadness through her tears.
Her sobs and moans reach the heavens.
She's been wasted, molested, jested, tried and tested.
The broken woman's been to hell and back.
See they think she's been broken,
They think her last she's spoken,
but she knows she'll rise,
it's in her blood,
mother nature's plan,
the broken woman will rise.
Written by Angie Sambasi