A baby girl just bon
So smooth her skin, shinning fresh corn
Happiness in eyes of mom dad lays
With that a fear came
Fear of sparkle in her eyes
Because they know she’ll have to pay the price
Of her aura
Of her beauty, of that pure heart
Oh! Such a pity.
Well why doesn’t that fear arise
When a son is born
Why aren’t parents afraid
That someday he might ruin a girl’s home.
When I’ll see that fear in their eyes
That day I’ll fly high!