Bed is a Mountain

She was so lost and broken,
hiding away in her room
Forgot words to be spoken
She did not know she could bloom

Feeling like bricks were on her,
she gave all her strength to try
Change your mind and things occur
She still felt the need to cry

Stronger than she has ever been 
She climbs those mountains, smiling
Like the tall trees, She is green 
She will be reconciling

Women can beat their battle,
the battle may be that hill
The hill to get out of bed
Climb and you will be alive