Some nights

She walks through the day in her tippy high-heels,
With her eyes straight ahead, no one knows how she feels,
‘Cause her Maybelline face never cracks, never peals;
And she begins again,
Just the way it’s been,
Each morning.

Some nights she thinks that all is not right,
She should put down her novel — she should join in the fight.
There’s a world-wide war between darkness and light —
She should put down her phone, and just maybe she might…

‘God don’t let me forget with the dreams of the night,
When I wake up a cross is there,
For me to bear,
Each morning.’

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