Take away my freedom,
Take away my creativity.
Take away all that is mine,
Till I fall down and pretend to comply.

You can take away everything materialistic,
But you will never take my soul,
For she's a warrior, Born to Fight.
And your archaic norms don't give her no fright.

For she will keep fighting, every day, every second,
Till she climbs that long admired mountain peak.
And when she does, she'll exhale and put down her sword,
And with that last breath, her heart will
LEAK, LEAK, LEAK.