The wind goes by, but here I stand,
The birds fly by, but here I am;
Bound by the words of my dictator,
I pray to you, save me, my Creator;
Held by the shackles of poverty,
They say go to work, no need to study;
Each time they speak, it leaves a scar,
I try to escape, but I can't go far;
I look up to see, a sky full of lies,
Every minute, an innocent soul dies;
I cry everyday, an ocean full of tears,
I beg to you my Lord, answer my prayers.

She stood by the door, with tear-stricken eyes;
A small-little push, and they'd be inside.
She thought of her mother, who left her all alone;
She wished for a father, who would care her like his own.
Her thoughts were broken, by the furious bangs on the door;
She begged the Lord of mercy, even if she wasn't the one wrong.
Her frail body was thrown aside, as they rushed into the room;
She closed her dead eyes, awaiting her doom.
Throughout the push and pull, she did not utter a word;
For she knew her mistake, of being born as a Girl.