Frita Fritz - HOPE

I've been told that I'm the worst of all the women.
Hit in the head like I was sort of a demon.
It seems every thing I do turns out to be the worst.
I'm let to believe I'm under an evil force.
Yet, Lord knows, I try to do good and it seems no use;
I feel abandoned, cheated and lost in a world so confused.
Been accused of not knowing how to Love, but just wanting to receive;
Ended up in fights, hurting eachother and expecting the other to be the first to forgive.
Where the path takes me, it is uncertain;
Since Love itself has been abused and deceived,
I could only hope...Hope for a peaceful life without pain.

Frita Fritz

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