She pines in vain desire
At reflections of herself
Longing for an explanation
Why her dreams are on the shelf
Made to serve another
Who has conferences with God
Walking in his shadow
Waiting for knowledge to come

Disembodied figurines
Giving orders to stay clean
All she wants is equality
So she longs for his reality

A gentle dumb expression
Is what she fell for
Conquered and seduced
By a child, nevermore
She just wants identity
To shed her naiveté
And gain some independence
From the one he calls God

So long to the innocence
The grace she once had
Now her every movement
Is an empty paper bag