Tears are falling from her eyes,
a weeping heart, a mournful cry
Church behind an iron veil,
the persecuted bride bewails
And she longs for her first
taste of freedom
And she clings to the strong hand of God
She is the meek and the mighty
Shining gold, purified in the fire
She is the meek and the mighty
Climb a feather,
burning bright in the night
Gallant army of soldiers,
standing tall in her hour
She is the meek and the mighty
Centuries under domination
Tyrants rule in tribulation
Oppressionists would bend her knee
to atheist philosophy
Yet her pain is forged in
raiments of armor
Stands in battle but never alone
She is the meek and the mighty
A shining gold, purified in the fire
She is the meek an d the mighty
Flame of valor,
burning bright in the night
Gallant army of soldiers,
standing tall in her hour
She is the meek and the mighty
Shining gold, purified in the fire
She is the meek an d the mighty
Flame of valor,
burning bright in the night
Count army of soldiers,
standing tall in her hour
She is the meek and the mighty