A woman
with not much more to give than a smile and kind gestures
Discontent but not for herself, but what she lives
By choice but it feels like that of a trap
She loves and loves but nothing ever gives
She nods and believes god will have her back even if it doesn't feel that way
The love from her burns greater than a saints angelic glow
Wondering if her kids are happy will I follow on that path?
Lovers who morn with no loss but that of their love
Agreeing to hold each others hands in the night but loosely
Turn day, the show began for the children and those who doubt
Pride the illustrious white horse that can choose the path of good or evil
But whom to consume with each path the fakers or the unknowing?