How she wanted to be a man,
to be the conqueror of worlds.
Glory will be in her hands.
She will speak of her mind,
and the nation will listen.
How she envied every man.
He who has the strength,
to make his dreams come true.
And he who has the pride,
to speak of all his women.
How she wished she was a man.
To be free from her disguise,
as she ventures through the night.
And to roam the wildest streets,
no chaperone… on her own.
Yet, she wouldn’t sacrifice,
Her pretty pearls and laces.
Some true lady’s delight.
And she won’t give up her gift,
to bear the child of her man.