A father said, “Be brave, my child,
Live your life, be free, be wild.”
She nodded once, then bowed her head,
And walked the path her father led.
He told the world, “She makes me proud,
Her voice is soft, her dreams not loud.”
She wore the ring before her dreams had time to grow ,
And stepped into a life unseen.
“Cook the food, this is your role,
A wife must serve, that is her goal.”
She learned the rules, she played her part,
No questions rose within her heart.
Her husband smiled, content and kind,
No harsh demands, no troubled mind.
Yet still the echoes filled the air,
Of duties shaped by old despair.
She never fought, she never cried,
She lived the life her dad supplied.
But deep within, a whisper grew,
Of things she never dared pursue.
The truth is quiet, hard to see,
Not all who yield are truly free.
Yet change begins in silent ways,
In softened hearts and brighter days.
Live your life, be free, be wild.”
She nodded once, then bowed her head,
And walked the path her father led.
He told the world, “She makes me proud,
Her voice is soft, her dreams not loud.”
She wore the ring before her dreams had time to grow ,
And stepped into a life unseen.
“Cook the food, this is your role,
A wife must serve, that is her goal.”
She learned the rules, she played her part,
No questions rose within her heart.
Her husband smiled, content and kind,
No harsh demands, no troubled mind.
Yet still the echoes filled the air,
Of duties shaped by old despair.
She never fought, she never cried,
She lived the life her dad supplied.
But deep within, a whisper grew,
Of things she never dared pursue.
The truth is quiet, hard to see,
Not all who yield are truly free.
Yet change begins in silent ways,
In softened hearts and brighter days.
