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When Is It Fair...


When is it fair

For us to bear the burdens

Cry the tears

And weather the storms

When is it fair

For the weight on our shoulders to grow stronger

While the strength of our backs grow weaker

When is it fair

That we heal pain

But fall upon salt with our opened wounds

When is it fair

For the late nights to be our contemplative unrest

And the day dedicated to pushing through

We are the weaker sex…

Yet no earthly man seems strong enough to carry our loads

So we’ll just keep bearing the burdens

Crying the tears and

Weathering the storms

Until…


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