I don't know why,
but sometimes I cry.
Overwhelmed with duties,
far too many responsibilities,
they make me cry,
I guess I do know why.
Thought about how much I went through,
carried babies and still had much to do.
Talked with other women,
troubled due to men.
They sought their peace,
got a separate lease.
This too made me cry,
Yes, I do know why.
There is nothing easy about family life.
You have to know how to organize strife.
Take what you can,
share tough times with a man,
and then come up with a better plan.
The key is not to let others script your life,
and let God's words cut you like a knife.
Then when the many tears fall,
avoid spending time at a mall.
Instead, learn to live within your means,
and dump luxury scenes.
Worry, anger and resentment,
distract and lead to disappointment.
Envy, lies, and pretending,
take away the love God was sending.
Yes, I know why you cry,
the little things make you
want to die.
Yes, I know why at times you cry,
there is yet another thing in your eye.