She leaves her house with a desirous heart
With a hope of her life to once again restart
Suppressed wishes and innocent desires
The free spirit, killed by the barbed wires
To once again inhale a new sprightly air
Alas! Another trap, another deadly lair
Decorating herself like a glamorous deity
Quenching the mocker's ego constantly
The blues on some and moisture on others
Are but the bruises and the tears of lovers
Seasons pass and with the rustling leaves
Yearnings turn into sighs and grieves
Giving in becoming one of her attributes
While only atrocities he on her excutes
No one will harken her freedom's plea
For this is the agonizing story of She.