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Eyes closed, she reaches for courage to walk out the door
To leave what’s sometimes hell yet always home
To face the cruelties and stresses yet unknown
From eyelid to lips, her warpaint's applied
But it's the turmoil within from which she cannot hide
Are things any better on the other side?
She wonders and asks, "Am I ever truly happy, here or there?
Or am I merely resigned and no longer care?"
The clock ticks the hour; for pondering there's no more time
Panic spreads through her lungs like a flourishing vine
But with a shrugging of shoulders and a wearying sigh,
She slips on her jacket and lifts herself high
Be it outside or inside, a woman's work is never through
In matters of love, life, and family, there's so very much to do
As she grabs her keys and slips on her shoe,
She vows one day her dreams will come true
It won't be today; it won't be tomorrow
But one fine day joy will replace her sorrow.