Feminine Heart

It’s been four hours on the phone
The second time this week
She whispers, maybe I deserve to be alone
As her heart crumples to her knees
Again

Because he’s taken everything
And left her with one
A heart too trampled to repiece
All her confidence undone

And she’s not the only one
To call me crying in this world
Do men seem to think it’s fun
To dry out the bones of a girl?
Wringing beautiful minds apart
Why do they abuse these feminine hearts?

It’s been twenty seven years
And she’s trying not to fade
Her only motivation is her children
Fighting to stay sane

So she kills herself working
For what he can’t provide
Cause while his rampage fills the table
She has always had to hide

And she’s not the only one
Trying to live with a broken man
With her dreams shattered in the bedsheets
Her love driven by demand
There’s too many walking ghosts
Who have forgotten their own art
Their bodies apologetic and bleeding
Locking away their feminine heart

I know too many women
Who have forgotten how to live
They still hope through their bruises
But something’s got to give
Where are the men who will rise up?
Who will take the greater part?
I still believe in the beauty
Of a precious, feminine heart

Through lies, pain, and mind games
She’s determined to rebuild
Only twenty, second time married
But what is broken can’t be filled
Through this new man’s good intentions
She’s struggling to trust
An injured love, prone to disbelieving
Looking for safety in the term “us”

At 2 AM my phone rings
I pick up on my part
She collapses, barely speaking
Another tortured feminine heart