Thanks to daddy's old bat
What do you have to say to that
Not even in the winter my head in a hat
Selling me to men at 13
Only because nature's curse has made me fit to bare
No one can see the scars just a lonesome girl standing there
Can't escape so I rest never seen
Never heard
Not a cherp
But then of course
I am not a bird
Though at times I wish I were
An eagle or a horse
Away from this pain and this house I need to prance or sore
Freedom I beg don't be sour
That taste is one you can devour
Don't cause these tears forever more
They say we are living the best of our days today
I hope that is not the case
If so my life would become worse than hell may
I never go a stray
Freedom please open the door
Before silence takes over me forever
More
They say that blood is thicker than water
There is much that can explain
We are not one of the same
Married to my dad
Now you seem to think you own us and his land
I shan't make a mistake and ask for my hand you to take
That will give you the chance for it to a thousand times break
Dear lord may in my future only enlightenment be standing there
I only hope I will still have a head with hair
After being a mop and a broom to sweep the filthy floors
My only request is freedom please unlock your home door
If not then only death I have in store
And after I am gone people calling me a whore
Please freedom open your door
I need your help dear lord
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