A Daughter's Request

Please don't clip my wings!

Let me fly.

Oh, dear father! please allow me 

To touch the sky.

I may not lift your burdens

But shall wipe your tear,

I won't down your reputation

Please leave your fear.

Your golden bars hurt me

I need fresh air to live,

Please unlock the cage door

On this Christmas Eve.

Jesus will smile with me

Free me from the clutch,

Love is the true worship

No need to go to church.