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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