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Verse 1

Men kill while the women weep,

Their tears baptize the ground,

A sorrow older than the scriptures,

A grief without a sound.

“I have seen the sadness in many a mother’s heart,”

You wrote with trembling hand,

A question whispered through the ages:

How much more can she withstand?

Verse 2

Yet still she brings life into the world,

Still she hopes for peace,

Still she carries the covenant

That bloodshed must release.

The womb is the bridge of heaven,

The gate where souls descend,

And every child she carries

Is a prayer the wars will end.

Chorus

O Womb Bridge, sacred river,

Where the mortal meets the divine,

Hold the children of Abraham

And let their branches intertwine.

No more killing, no more crying,

Let the ancient wounds be healed —

For the womb that bore the nations

Is the womb that must be healed.

Verse 3

The rights of women stolen,

Their voices bound in chains,

Yet still they guard the doorway

Where every soul begins its reign.

They are the keepers of the armour,

The first breath and the first light,

The ones who carried prophets

Through the long and starless night.

Bridge

Let the womb bridge rise again,

Let her tears become the rain,

Let her voice become the thunder

That dissolves the ancient pain.

Final Chorus

O Womb Bridge, sacred river,

Where the mortal meets the divine,

Hold the children of Abraham

And let their branches intertwine.

No more killing, no more crying,

Let the ancient wounds be healed —

For the womb that bore the nations

Is the womb that must be healed.