Day fairly clear, showing patches of blue.
The weeping mother kneels down in misery.
The male figure has his eyes wide open. Fist clenched.
Anger written all over his face! Eyes brury with fury.
I lurch from one emotion to another.
Oh how i wish he'd look at her with a positive eye that forgets about power.
How i wish he'd hear the thought jumping into the mind like a fish on to a hook 'she's no kitchen tools or baby maker.'
How i wish he'd realise the true refuge of a woman.
A husband who can embrace her.
She might not glitter like gold, but she's a true seed of humanity.
Left with eternal wounds in the house, crying won't help now for he is gone! lord knows where.
It's hard to think of what to face when each day brings surprises and misery. No certainty.
Crashed into ruins. She dusts herself off and stands up with 'dignity',
but nothing will ever be the same.
However, breaking away from those chains that hold her tight to his love seems almost impossible.
But why must she suffer forever in the hands of the loved one?
when the one she loves can set his fierce gun open
why won't she break free in the land of justice and liberty?
Woman: it is better to die of solitude than to die gradually from a wounded pride!
The weeping mother kneels down in misery.
The male figure has his eyes wide open. Fist clenched.
Anger written all over his face! Eyes brury with fury.
I lurch from one emotion to another.
Oh how i wish he'd look at her with a positive eye that forgets about power.
How i wish he'd hear the thought jumping into the mind like a fish on to a hook 'she's no kitchen tools or baby maker.'
How i wish he'd realise the true refuge of a woman.
A husband who can embrace her.
She might not glitter like gold, but she's a true seed of humanity.
Left with eternal wounds in the house, crying won't help now for he is gone! lord knows where.
It's hard to think of what to face when each day brings surprises and misery. No certainty.
Crashed into ruins. She dusts herself off and stands up with 'dignity',
but nothing will ever be the same.
However, breaking away from those chains that hold her tight to his love seems almost impossible.
But why must she suffer forever in the hands of the loved one?
when the one she loves can set his fierce gun open
why won't she break free in the land of justice and liberty?
Woman: it is better to die of solitude than to die gradually from a wounded pride!