Bearing pain with such sorrow, Head down, shoulders bent, From the world, I want to borrow, A hiding place to prevent. In hiding, I believe in miracles, This delusion, my only friend, “You dreamed it all,” says the oracle, Freezing time until the end. “Stay strong,” they say to me, “A strong woman, you must be.” And indeed, there’s two of us, you see, One out there, one’s in misery. The strong one roams the world with pride,
