SHE CARRIES LIFE

The weakness of man next to a woman.

She has no scares
She needs no wings
She bleeds like an angel crying for her sins.

She weeps for her feelings and looses them in the rain.
She’s dead in the morning until she drinks the golden liquid that can leave a nasty stain.
She waits, she commands, she’s ready with her plan.
She delivers new children into the world without a helping hand.

We stand and stare and wonder how they can,
Who are we?
Just a simple man.