Cave Woman
i have lived in a cave most of my years
dragging around a trail of tears
eyes too blue to see the white
heart too cold to see the light
cheeks so damp i hardly feel
rock hard brain and hands of steel
a caveman is not what they say he is
for he's a mister and she is a miss
she does not sit around all day
waiting for dinner to be made
despite her sadness and agony within
nothing is stronger than a cave woman
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