She carries alone other people's personal boulders
She innocently takes them and carries them
Upon her two tiny shoulders.
But all piled up, these boulders make a mountain
The strain they cause on her body
Make the blood run as a fountain.
Poor little child can't take care of her own
Yet she takes on the big bad world
Her bones will creak and groan.
You must take care of yourself before you can carry this weight
You can only do so much
The real decision's THEIRS to make.
Encourage and cheer, but YOU cannot change their ways
You try to save lives- You're killing you each day.
Relax...
