Biased I have always been there were more of them
Our world is wrong is what this day tells us
To this we offer flowers
Well intended to say something words fail to convey
Seven billion words are in one blossom
A single word love
Not complaining
Another year and more celebrate this day
Few care to understand why they picked this day
You have a better day ahead
Some know
There are things we should fix
Many are broken in ways that make no sense
8 marched out
For the same work the same pay
This is what is written in our destiny
We are happy for the future makes sense
begins again today with you
Happy eighth March
And everything that means to you
