Her story, will it ever end?
This road, will it ever come to a bend?
It hurts, it hurts how for comfort
She must run to those bastards

The outside world is a jungle
At home parents play juggle
Her, stuck in between
This one she cannot win

If she stares
She gets pushed down the stairs
And if she cries
She gets no platter of rice

Now robbed of her innocence
Left to believe she is a nuisance
She cries daily
But you cannot tell,
For she is more than a lady

Her story
Sad and sorry,
This one she cannot keep
Her story.