Endurance

 

She tries to walk and free her heart 
The weather stalls the angry march
As if a friend…

Her giving hands can give no more 
How can she bear this heavy load
Such a cross to bear…

And just before she throws it all 
The gift for life within her calls
Its holy call…

But if this road is for endurance 
If endurance means a son
If endurance means a marriage 
Then the pain is fun, purely fun 

His forearms tend his crying head 
Echoing leaving things and yells
Lonely yells…

If this was this and that was that 
The sobbing eases as he stands
Such a lonely stand…

And just before he blows it all 
The gift for life within him calls
Its holy call…

But if this road is for endurance 
If endurance means a son
If endurance means a marriage 
The pain is fun, purely fun 
 


 

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