Her face and hands reflect the calluses and lines
She is everything a women is and everything
a women shouldn't have to be.
She has worked the earth as a man has.
...
She holds to her a fragile beauty of warm mystery.
Without a sound she brushes over the mountain earth.
A blanket of soothing softness to protect her treasure.
A treasure of life wrapped in the sweetest bouquet.
...
Little girl, little girl, Where have you gone?
No more carousels with beautiful songs.
Giggles and tears fading away.
Tell me what happened to yesterday. Little girl, big girl, What path will you choose
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Will She Wish For More
Her face and hands reflect the calluses and lines
She is everything a women is and everything
a women shouldn't have to be.
She has worked the earth as a man has.
She has bore his children as a man can't.
She will sacrifice everything for the love of both
Place no conditions on either
But in the dead of night, she does pray...