Right from burning ambers
She rises up like secret chambers
A box of history, past and scars
She is you, she is me, perfect heart
She does what she likes
And they call her over confident
Put up limits in her open sky
Just because she is a women
An aroma of love and hope
Struggling through myth and norm
Being raped, tortured and harassed
And they call her bitch, slut and whore
So you left her behind Cimmerian doors
And like a kindling soul, she rises and falls
And stood up brighter than gold
She is you, she is me, breaking free
Now, walking around the world with dignity and grace
Striking pointed out flaws in her perfect ace
Beckoning herself to follow her dreams
Through casted rocks and bricks and wonder stuck scrutiny
She is you, she is me,
A hidden princess, a hidden lady
Not born to back up, not born to surrender
Dancing on her own sound beat with wild blown hair
Staring right from mirror's reflection...!!!
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