We want to serve our country.
We want to stand up and fight.
We want to be recognized as the ones,
Who go all for what is right.

Pushed aside, Unwanted and Belittled,
The more rights we gain, more are torn down,
Every time we try and stand for ourselves,
We get told to put on our "pretty little gown."

Women. Seen as a dependent.
Someone who cannot handle the game,
cannot handle the war.
Forced to sit the bench of almost freedom.

We must pretend to be someone we aren't,
We are forced to stay behind,
Why can't be recognized,
like the others of mankind?