Left to find out,
what life is about.
Given a body, a mind,
and barley enough time.

Is life love, or is love life?
we each came to be, from love, not from someone above.
some lives are planed,
others are mistakes in ones hand,
the rest do as their man demands.

If we are not conceived with love,
we start our lives out with nothing,
making the most of what we are given,
while searching for love in the life we are living.

Some want children, to pass on their genes.
Others desire better lives for offspring,
than the life the parent leads.
Creating life, as a wife,
to have someone to love, to hold,
to raise and watch grow old,
while the husband grows cold,
and your relationship grows mold,
until you're left with the choice, to stay, or to fold.