Watching her weary soul before noon comes to end the woman tries.
The day is heavy with burden and much grays ahead in cloudless skies.
Only owning to cries, freewill, and undelivered trials she is not without disguise.
Fool by mouth; but a snare under her unveil she rise.
Men that awaits her knows not her soul or heart but with what he lies.
Rendered emotions but not foretold the woman still cries.
Angering her mind of un willful twisting eyes she places astray with the tide.
She's one step forward but one step backwards questioning life.
Never allowing herself to walk away from abiding she will go with life as she survives.