Every day I pass my life thinking,
I think of such a great reasoning,
and I ask myself on the way.

I cannot stop thinking at one answer
Is it life a fulfilment of power?

A flower that flourish,
Is it power that vanish,
I follow my heart as it beats,
that becomes flirt in my pillow.

A noisy traffic comes out,
as a locust I eat others,
although my mind cannot shout,
my hands can convince others.

I am a man in faith
I am a woman for strength.

Those women who never give up,
as spartans died in battle brought up
with their shields, and this is my destiny.