Follow the destiny

The weapons were glinting

In the rain, at night

As they came marching on

Without stopping for breath

And the chant was given

And I observed that time

While wishing and wondering

If I’ll ever be free from that

If I’ll ever just be myself

Not someone’s daughter

Honor means nothing

In front of freedom

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