She's a Lady; He's a Boy
---feminism:label<meaning

A definition of lady, according to some,
That she should be just able to hum,
But why not to sing with the guitar?
And why to be ignored if she can be a rock star?

At the end of shore, there's a boy
Told to scope for something high;
He is portrayed as a bitter-being sweet,
Rough tone,
But in reality, he's just a gentle storm.

Sad in love, happy in hatred...
If the present is this, then the future is dead.

But try to remember what I said:
She is a lady, he is a boy;
Handle them with care,
Or let the world destroy.
       -  By a 12 year girl🤍

Once when the thy talked to the thee
where the dusky ray of light met the foamy sea.

The wind blew where the wilds stay
And called the rain in an anxious say.
I blow the flowers in an enchanting way
And sweep the bay with a gentle sway.

I try to be here I try to be there
And I warn the listeners about this hemisphere.

But then the wind starts to lose the flow
And the lofty skies turn into a gentle storm.
The tiny little droplets dance besides the sea
Where peace stays and worries flee.

And then rain starts its talk to the wind
Well, he is still in shock.
I agree that when you come
The flowers sway and the sea and ocean gently wake.

But when the sign of rain even comes
Every being feels a harsh yet a soothing warmth.
I see you try to be here and there
But I am already everywhere

Sharing every being's anxiety or pain
Wearing a soft smile said the rain.

The wind peeked into the white life
Where the small or a big dances with delight.
You see, this is not just about a wind or a rain
It may be about a broken heart or a stitched brain.

I will repeat - "Once when the thy talked to the thee"
And this was the thing that the blind wind couldn't see.