There is no poetry,

That tells of history,

That was never put,

In any history book,

Until now.

About the crazy,

And brave women,

Who moved our country forward.

The ones who crossed enemy lines,

With faulty planes,

Dropped bombs,

And were gone into the night,

Like witches.

Over 200 missions,

And flights.

So when you ask me,

What I want to be like,

I won’t say,

Cinderella,

Or a happily-ever after,

No,

I will say that I wish I could be,

As brave and courageous,

As the night witches.