The Cry of a Barren Woman

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Just a taste of this fruit
Eating from it till I'm full
Just a moment to have one
A little life I can call my own

Years have rolled by
Yet I wait on;
I look up to God and ask why?

Advices and vices
Aimed at one goal
The fullness of my own joy
A life I can call Joy

I want to hear another cry
A cry not from me or him
A cry from a smaller being

I need to find my Shiloh
Where I can bend low
Pray my heart out to my creator
And be hopeful for a Joy

Yes, a mother's joy
A cry of love
A cry of joy

I am but a woman
Yet I covet something more
Motherhood is my aim
A goal I wish to achieve

Yet again I've been denied
A chance to get this goal
How can I feel whole again?

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