She is tireless, She's not hiding from a war She is fighting,'cause love is worth the fighting for She is sorrow, When all i can do is cry She is patient, When my anger will not die She takes and holds my hand, Holds me until it all subsides She is fearless, When my tendency is fear She is driving, When my hands can't hold the wheel She turns the car around, And drives it straight Into the clear moonlight where I can see her face She is mine, i am hers And we are each other's hands Who is she? who am i? Who are we to stand as one? She is a daughter and i am a son She is speaking, though my heart has lost its tongue She is standing by, and walking along, Praying among the things that haunt me in a day She is mine, i am hers We are each other's hands Who is she? who am i? Who are we to stand as one? She is mine, i am hers And we are each other's hands Who is she? who am i? Who are we to stand as one? She is a daughter... She is a daughter... She is a daughter...and i am a son.