Will ever understand the pains
you bored through your hands?
Will yourself to go through anguish and anxiety, and striving with all the ability you have, opening my eyes to see that the world is not that hard to conquer but with it comes the things that make you suffer.
Three children you bored from a womb that will forever be sworn
cause they may not sow the seed that you have thrown
and none of them will ever be able to wear the crown.
The queen of agreement, the queen of hurt, the queen of hurt, the queen that never holds her head toward the dirt, the one who stand tall in the commitment and the one who was able to sign the divorce agreement.
Your heart is golden even though it hurt then, to us you only made yourself pretend.
Happy, you are never fully, but a smile you carry is utmost one of beauty,
your beauty, I can't describe because it is not only out but inside
Your strength, is amazing and you live your life so thrilling with every horizon you are willing
To take chances to do the thing you do, Working for hours so your children and parents get through, But most of all at the end of the day when all you troubles temporally go away,
You are never forgetting where you were from and now here you sit never to fret.
Looking at you as I stand
I will never be able to understand the pain of your hand.
Woman of sorrow, woman of An guise
Woman of hope, never distinguish
Woman of strength, Woman of Pride
Woman of Honor
This is for my mother.
