A woman’s life, a sorrowful tale,
Fire in the heart, a burning gale,
And in her eyes, a brimming sea,
A woman's life, eternally.
Fire in the heart, a burning ember,
And in her eyes, the tears remember.
Tears that fall, a constant flow.
A castle of dreams, now shattered and gone,
The one who entered, has turned and withdrawn.
A companion of sorrow, ignored and unseen,
No solace offered, nowhere to lean.
No solace granted, no comfort to find.
Fire in the heart, a consuming kind,
And in her eyes, the tears unwind.
Tears that fall, a constant pour.
The world, a game, where laughter's denied,
The world, a game, where joy has died,
And paints the innocent, with a mark of despair,
What colors are these, laid bare?
What colors are these, a cruel design?
No one can recognize, your divine.
No one can recognize, your sacred sign,
No one can know, what is truly thine.
Fire in the heart, a raging fire,
And in her eyes, the tears conspire.
Tears that fall, a burning sigh.
A woman’s life, a tearful plea,
Fire in the heart, for all to see,
And in her eyes, the weeping sea.
Tears that fall, eternally.
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