The Broken Women
Worn out
With eyes of pain
Left to be forgotten
But smiles through her heartache and tears
Alone
See that
That's her beauty
Both inside and outside
Her beauty shines through her sorrow
With love
Her dreams
More like nightmares
Unable to have rest
With many fearful nights playing over
Broken
Her Love
Gone in a flash
Though love hasn't burned out
Leaving her in tears and shattered glass
A mess
Listen
To the laughter
That laughter fills her home
What was broken has been repaired
New life