The Beauty of a Woman
She teaches her children never to hate
That to love and be loved is life’s greatest joy
And that no matter what, at the end of each day
She’s thankful and can rejoice — even while struggling
Oh how it takes creativity
to make a dollar when she’s only given 15 cents — but still she arises
A woman’s beauty is as delicate as a rose
Yet still men love to hate
She teaches her children not to destroy when they can create
And they can still find joy,
in the struggles,
of every day
When she knows there have been better days
Show your appreciation with a dozen roses
Stick by her side, even when it’s a struggle
Don’t cheat, lie, steal, or hate
And understand that she needs no man to be joyous
In order to impress her you must be creative
A little bit of creativity
Could make her whole day
Showing her you care, will bring her joy
And if a fight arises
Her flaw might be to hate
Winning her back will be a struggle
Not born a princess, she only knows struggle
Yet she teaches love and creativity
Never hate;
For each of her days,
Spent like the last — striving to be in a bed of roses
And still filled with so much joy
And when she’s gone, she’ll leave rejoiced
Knowing that she struggled
to turn weeds to roses
but she did it with charm and creativity
At the end of her days,
You’ll know her for her beauty charm and grace — and still they’ll hate
They’ll wonder, how could such a woman arise with elegance and joy
Looking for a future different from the daily struggles of today
The hatred in her heart when our children would rather kill than to create