O' women run
run away every time problems
strike you like a storm
Please, never come back
when everything is done
Escape from the problems
can never be a solution
surrendering for a problem
is a timid way
Face it kill it, Die
but never give up
We are souls of self esteem
we are living for our own happiness
Sacrifice is a very poor act
only sick minds do that
Do you want to be
one among them?
O'women run
run away when problems
strike you like a storm
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