The world in you, the world out you..
Which one is virtual which one true
the dilemma is grave, consuming my view
ernestly I think, head earns a wetty dew

The world out you, projects you sole..
Your mushy cry in your own stiff arms..
which marks the birth of your new incarn..
the daughter in you cries and the mother rejoice..
reborn you are with a world in you
still it prevails which is virtual which is true

The childhood cries along with laughter..
sets you in a job of a relationship crafter..
the companion in you the friend in you..
and sometimes a selflessly loving girlfriend in you..
reborn you are with a world in you
still it prevails which is virtual which is true..

The happiness you give, but never takes
the pain you feel in the secret shake
the care you render, but never being cared
nor strom neither brute detered
because the courage in you always dared
reborn you are with a world in you
still it prevails which is virtual which is true..
the new of you begin your arms
with the cry out loud and gentle in you..
a mother is born in you..

Immensly loving and Adorably caring
the love immortal worth sharing
enough to accomodate enough to share
the world in you has all the diversity
the world out in you is more a projectivity..

A bit you have taken, but plenty you have given
thats why the world out you called you are a WOMAN.