Birth

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!