A whisper of a name in the dark
a shadow in the window frame
the giggles that ring out
fights start with a single shout
In a house full of girls
A misadventure called a lark
the games that never stop
cries of terror in the night
a hard glint of morning light
In a house full of girls
Spinning round till you fall down
stares that do not escape
knowing every name
each day is not the same
In a house full of girls
Learning to scream
with out a sound
loosing our gift,
one by one,
trading everything for a smallest chance,
even we will learn to dance,
in a house full of girls