Lovely lady, way too talented and tangled
the world at your feet without a way to go
with eyes as young flowers but all trampled
and confident like an oak that forgot to grow
Wayfaring woman, tricked by time and threat
despite sparkling beauty of body and brain
you keep wondering inside your pretty head
what must be cut down and what’s to remain
Mighty mother, embrace the girl you carelessly lost
while walking the wicked wishes of your husband
become the first flower that mocks the sterile frost
grab your life and live it like it was always meant.
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