Iron Madian

 I would not save the world were it not in need of saving.
I find purpose in all I do, 
Work,
Husband,
Kids,
Life doesn't tax unless there tolls to be paid.
Some one gotta foot the bill!
She wears her outside like iron, this maiden to her peers.
But the spikes they grown inward through flesh they pierce her soul!
She bleeds from internal wounds,
She finds ways to make it through.
Work,
Husband,
Kids,
They depend on her she knows.
But there's a God out there waiting, 
To drive this bus of souls.
All she needs is to trust him,
To let lose the wheel.

But how the Hell do I do that!!!
New life to learn she fears,
Breathe sweet maiden breathe,
To god you can be open, the cast iron box you live in, with  spikes that on your heart and lungs have both been broken.

Breathe, feel the life that's in you pulse.
God created you sweet child his love greater than for a sparrow spoken.