Like most you were born into the HUSTLE.
No silver spoon, all you had was your STRUGGLE
to keep you going, keep moving till you get your CASTLE!
Seem to always be on the look for nothing LITTLE,
nothing that won’t sooth your scars from the BATTLE.
But each time you get this close to finding a CRADLE,
one which would cease you from this life of loneliness; nothing that BELITTLES,
history keeps telling you that you still got to PADDLE.
They call you the lonely LADY. The one with the unfashionable figure who LATELY
falls into the hands of wolf-sheep so CHEAPLY.
Consequence of her desire to get the shame mantle off her so DESPERATELY.
In order be respect, love and live HAPPILY.
Desires to accomplish her genders most important role, APPARENTLY
So she would then be referred to whole HEARTEDLY
By the name of another, no mas lonely LADY!
Each morning your bruises testify to his MANLINESS.
Effects of petty things and sometimes NOTHINGNESS.
Despite your prayers and FAITHFULNESS,
You still can’t find that once upon a time HAPPINESS.
And since quitting is not an option because of your RELIGIOUSNESS,
You bend till breaking point to the HEARTLESSNESS.
So you kneel at your bed hoping for manner to come rescue the HELPLESS.
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I hence beseech you to know that your search and struggle Won’t build what you seek for it may be so little. All you need is found within, that’s your cradle. Child of the world, it’s your story that will make up your castle.
And fear not the titles attributed to you, dear lady. For more than what the world sees you are proudly Beautifully made. Love you gladly! No one can do it as you would so loudly.
So fight for you no with no kindness For you ARE all you got and you have to be fearless. Send the beast out of your Shiloh in bitterness And get that inner peace, even the mighty will agree in happiness.
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TALES OF EDEN
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