We Bleed Life!

Our pyjamas have witnessed the wars 

No swords could have.

Unsung triumphs of pain and love

Flush behind our cotton of dignity.

Years ago it was tremendous,

Those adolescent cramps killed.

Now it's the part of our divine power

To bring lives and restrain pain.

Even the gods have forbidden us,

Maybe the goddesses understand,

We aren't impure, not contaminated,

We are the warriors of light 

And we bleed a beautiful red.