The Woman In Me

The woman in me you will find, Some times soft and gentle, fragile and free Like a newborn babe I can be Harsh and abrasive like a raging storm you will see Passive at times, seeming almost frightened Hard as nails I can be, just you wait and see Country through and through, like a grandmothers Rhubarb, apple pie Shameful and sorrow some for the mistakes I have made Ever growing and ever changing Is truly one of a kind