These 4 walls of what she calls home,
Leave her nowhere to wander and roam.

She was part of an experiment-if you can see
She's the last one left- She's woman number 3.

She was highly trained and expertly skilled,
She didn't know that what they taught her,
would get her killed.

The other ladies died quickly,
they left her alone,
to ponder her fate,
behind the 4 walls of her home.

She stays home and takes care of her
son and her brother,but her heart longs
to belong to another.

She's never heard "I Love You"
from family or other.
She's only heard it from her son and her brother.

To lay beside a partner,
That'll stroke her hair
and let her know,
that they really care.

She was always told
She's the family workhorse.
Grab me this,build me that,
and sometimes she was on the receiving end of a bat.

She was powerful,strongly built
It's true, but now she's left
with nothing to do.

She pulls herself out
to sit on her porch
with her little dog beside her.
She sits there and softly sings,
thinking of all of life's missed things.

She has no real regrets,
She's accomplished all that was set
for her to do.
The only thing she hasn't found
Is a heart thats true.

written by me