A woman with a history
How many blows how many hurts
I know how to be strong I hate to face life
With an immature heart so I act tough
How many wounds how many burdens
On my shoulders even shedding tears
I say they are sweat just for people to see
How I wish to weep but tonight I still have work
Feeling tired only have this empty room
And half an ice-cold bed
In the past native love affairs I have yearned for
But for the bridal array I'm not young anymore
Can't look good in it
Love is my greatest hope
Inevitably there is only disappointment I never want to
Put work in the first place trying hard to be hardy
I use my years to exchange for my dowdry
But who cares about me and gives me warmth |