Within the walls, her world was confined
To serve others, her role was defined
To cook, to wash, to clean, to sweep
Finding corner, solitarily she would weep
Used, abused, beaten, slapped
Body, soul, shadow trapped
Her ritual of the day, whatever men would say
No one bothered, she died everyday.
When did she break, out of her den
When did she learn, to stand beside the men
How did she know, to gain control over her tears
Was it all of a sudden, or a pain of thousand years
Now she has become, what she had never been
She talks like the king, she walks like the queen
She speaks, she thinks, she craves, she aspires
She dreams, she loves, she works, she desires
But there are thorns, and wolves on the street
There are frightening eyes, not easy to defeat
Will she fall back, will her courage die?
But she has got her wings, she is ready to fly.