Allow Her To Weep Buckets

Often she is at the end of her wits Trying to understand herself Trying to understand others And why, She is a dunce at life It is said, life can be thought of as either a success or a failure It is how they will see it It is how it will be defined And at the end of her years she will try and do the same At least that's what Erik Erikson said And we all define it differently By her own degree she feels like she is lagging behind She can't seem to find the silver lining Much less draw it Despite the hearing of what she deserves, and something similar along those lines So allow her to weep buckets Maybe then it did bring some relief Like breaking out