Shielding the acts of all these careless men;
Men, who took from her, now and then, again and again,
Willingly, she takes the bullet for each mistake made by them.

Beguiling attempts to validate their deeds with actions her own, all along.
Simply assumes it was her erring ways for which, with her they don’t belong.
She takes it upon herself to right their wrongs.

She too, took a little from them, as they from her,
She is wiser now, braver than those men were.
A clearer perspective of herself, rather than a shadowy blur.

The slight in her ways is kneeling before her luck,
Still, she lives one day from the next, her soul running amok.
She celebrates life; simple pleasures leave her wonder-struck.

Thus, accepting it all, she moves on to other men,
Only to come a full circle again.
And round and round it goes, like a Ferris Wheel;
With each cart, carrying a new sin and a new ideal.