A friend of mine, mdlbear, is writing a song. It's so awesome that I thought I would share it with the all of you who don't have his lj. It's called "Quiet Victories" This is what he has so far:

Sit down with me and talk a while;
And please believe me when I say
I don't need much to make me smile,
/>Just tell me how you spent your day.
I don't need tales of heros bold
Gentle lady, tell to me,
Some tale of yours you've never told;
About some quiet victory.

 Forget heroic fantasy
 That's not the tale I need to hear,
 Tell me of quiet victory
 Of of love and life against your fear.

Don't tell me of the Amazon
The battle-lust that fills her breast;
Just tell me what the mirror showed: 
A warrior's scar across your chest.
Would he still love you after that?
Would you die beneath the knife?
The cancer gave you Devil's odds;
You rolled the dice and won your life.

 And still you see your friends and kin
 Make their throw, to lose or gain
 Against the old famliar foes
 Grief and fear and death and pain.

Don't tell me of the shieldmaid bold,
Her laughter in the face of death
I'll take the smile you gave your son
To cheer him as he fought for breath.
No matter that your heart was filled
With fear you gamely had to hide;
No matter what it cost to spend
The next two days there at his side.

 You tell me that it wasn't hard;
 That it was love that saw you through.
 And I believe you when you say
 It's just what any mom would do.

I've heard you sing a Goddess' praise
On Athens' ramparts standing fast;
What did your grey-eyed lady sing
When she proclaimed her love at last?
What does it cost you two to share
A love that half the world despise?
What did it take to tell your Mom
And face the anger in her eyes?

 It's not a myth you're living now
 The hate you'll face is all too real;
 You'll make it through the coming years
 With hearts of glass and nerves of steel.

That tale of dwarves, and rings of gold,
Dragons flying through the air
Is that the movie that your girl
Was watching in intensive care?
And when at last she's home again,
You dread the word you'll have to say:
She asks, can she walk home from school?
You swallow hard, and say ``OK''.

 Tires squeal all afternoon;
 The sirens make your blood run cold.
 She'll be a woman all too soon;
 You let her grow up strong and bold.

instrumental

 Forget heroic fantasy
 That's not the tale I need to hear,
 Tell me of quiet victory
 Of love and life against your fear.

 Here's to the women, gently brave
 Mothers, daughters, lovers, wives,
 And to the quiet victories
 We seldom notice in their lives.