She's under that veil,
her skin forgot the sun,
her skin's so pale.
Watching the world through a net,
she wants freedom,
with sadness her eyes are wet.
She lives in the Taliban dominated society,
she hates the Burqa or Hijab,
under it she's so pretty,
she goes through phases of self pity.
The dusty place,
her hidden face.
A place so beautiful,
slowly getting ruined by the Taliban's,
with male dominance, her patience is over and done.
She wants her life to change,
she wants to stop the pain,
she wants to get out of the Burqa and veil,
she wants to show the world her vain.
She's sick of being one of his wives,
in the big ocean of freedom she wants to dive.
She reads the Koran,
she recites the Namaz five times a day,
she wants Allah to help her,
she's tired of the domination and manipulation,
she wants freedom to come her way.
She's a beauty,
poor thing's looked at with pity.
What did she do wrong?
Was she cursed the minute she was born?
Her deprived daughters,
her sons with their father.
She wants to stop the pain,
she wants the true culture of her country to come out,
baby, she wants her life to change.
