When I became the stronger woman that I am today
I found myself weakening at the idea
That one day you would crumble in my strong, strong arms
As I so often dreamt I have in yours.

And I wonder...
What would it take for you to crumble?
Every muscle has it's weak spot
Where it can be loosened by a woman's gentle touch.

Or even if the woman's not so gentle
If my calloused fingers gently skimmed along your back
They would relax just as well, cause I'm a woman
Perhaps better, because I am who I am.