She

She has known the hurt of suffering And she has worn the mental scars And she has raised her sons for Country For to fight and die in rich man's wars. She has known the exultation Lived the moments of great joy When she first held her baby daughter And gave birth to baby boy. She has known the anger of male Been a victim down the years And she has been abused and battered And left to wallow in her tears. She has watched her children leave her For to live in places far away And she is left alone, unwanted And friendless on her final day. She's known joy and she's known sorrow Gave life to woman and man And she's found her great expectations Did not seem to follow plan. And her daughter live as she lived And she too know sorrow and joy Wept when her son died in battle Not her choice that he should die. And the daughter like her mother And the years have made her gray And she too has been deserted And her children far away. And the cycle keeps repeating On and on all down the years And she has known the joy and laughter And she has shed the hurtful tears. She gave birth to sporting hero To painter, president and poet To scientist and to great inventor And little of her has been wrote.