Free

A ray of hope, a sign of new beginning,

As sunshine fell upon my hands, I beckon the awakening,

Under slavery for fourteen years my hands were tied,

Befooling and begging all those years my father lied, 

My twin little sisters reading their books made me glad, 

My mom bedridden couldn't speak a weak clad,

Brooming and cleaning I crave to wear my mistress dress, 

Her daughter somehow saw my desire suppressed,

She offered me to live with her as her own sister,

The only daughter of her royal parents, her life was a disaster,

My mom uttered her last words, "I make you free",

"Your insensitive father will raise only two not three."