The burning sun and the things on her mind,
To the lady that has her money in her breasts;
The guilt and the shame on her right palm.
To the woman in labor;
The hopes in the tears she cry.
To the nagging wife;
Her patient husband.
To the single mother;
The endless Joys of motherhood.
To the pastor's wife;
Her teachings she must obey.
To the teenage mother;
Her Heavy heart; Her light purse.
To the awaiting mother;
The decorated nursery.
To They that have and ever owned;
My Joys, I share with those that wait & pray
To the men who cried in farms,
The garden is green; Feed your family.
To they that look at the moon at night:
And watch the sun dry their clothes by day.
To the blind & Faithful;
To those that doubt the lighting.
To all that push life hard;
The teenager girl with a tattoo,
Her boyfriend with a piercing,
To the love that cloths mother earth,
To the weeping nation with cheerful rulers,
To the homeless that stay under the rain;
To the mosquitoes that comes after the swamp.
To the golden sunset I witness;
And to the tears I am happy I shed.
To all that pleases God,
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