A water woman has to cry.
The world is a hard place when your poor,
Worse, once you walk out your mama's door.
The state of life went straight to her eyes
And cry she would, and always ask, why?
Why is this world so cruel and mean,
Can't people love, not hate and scheme.
She'd always thought she was on her own
But out here people were hard as stone.
Then one day, the world got a new sheen...