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“Secret Life”

Outside a storm is brewing, throw open your windows and step into the light.
Life may often be hard, the road covered in glass, but it's time to do what's right.
Living alone, with her husband at home, is like having two hands but only one glove.
Feeling distressed, but contrarily blessed, by the birth of her son, her only true love.
Feeling chained to the sink, unable to think, her optimism slowly changes to fear.
Her relationships strained, mothers gone but remains, she holds her memory dear.
Her grandparents departed, left her broken hearted, now everything seems so bleak.
There is no time to mourn, like sinners we are born to die, this is no time to be weak.
When battles are fought, you can often feel caught, in the middle of no man's land.
Out there alone, so far from home, you can lay down and die, or make your stand.
Being a mother and provider, not the life she imagined, when she became his wife.
It's easy to become a prisoner, to your doubts and fears, when you're living a secret
life.

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