I have written this conclusions,to all women in this sound,
written with briefness with women in the wind.I have heard
sounds of voices even if it is the maiden who works for you.
A mirror to take account is it you is it me?
I have read books about life and I have listen to women
with their strive,when I have taken to heart what is life about.
What is it that make some men so bold?
To be in power not in themselve?
Is it devil's word to be done.Selfhisness,jealousy,ego
revolt?
His self esteem in run,far away from himself with
bitterness out of childhood done.
Thee blindness not to be in this world,
only power done.?
To slaughter with his throat,the beauty
of women's crown,with no respect for her body or her world.
The intimidation to a beautifull cast,
when lady showered the kids,with stress in their layout sticks.
The hid and run in misty woods.
The walk with bilsters feet,
no bus,no train, no drive.
only her work to be done
to help provide.
And O! The shame.
A hienna in his wounds,
have nothing done,
when neagativity is the only praise.
I wonder why women stay so long,
next to allien with no belong?
Is it woman to be the mother of earth,
to stay strong.
To see the world far ahead,
with a seven's sense,
with no outcome in distress,
with no shelter at all.
no food,no bread,
or is it fear to take a step ahead?
or is it God who know not to broke the vow.
When Time is not retrieved by the Almighty yet,
when there is good and bad.
The women the Queen with a soul.
Someone who cares.Someone who shares.
Someone who knows the word and keeps
the crown in her name.
Someone who is strong and see a wrong
decision through.
Someone who lived a lonely fame,
to makes this world a better place,
for children in their strife..
Why is it that men don't know?
And some day will come,when woman
broke the chain
in Time.
When she know to take her pride
through forgiveness and life,
with believe God shall provide.
You can't stay in vain.There is still work to do,
with yourself,the world,Life.
There is somebody lonely left alone,
cried in the bush,day and night,
for the lost of a beautifull Queen with graze,
not at his feet.
Great and empty lived in his ranch,
with no friend,no love,to broke his law.
Maybe the eyes will be open then,
to take account in a beautifull world.
The woman he know he lost.
The queen of her own Life.
Somebody who know Life,
the give and take in servive,
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