For so long have I struggled, 
Buried in the shadows 
Of the men over me. 
I found it hard to be my man, 
And unsafe to stand alone. 
Even for once! 

So they toyed with my life, 
Made a laughing stock 
Of the dreams I had. 
I could never amount 
Amount to anything, 
And within their hearts 
They were content it was so! 

But man is born as a child 
As a child to become man
Someday... 
Still he can be both even at 50 
If others remain lords 
Over his affairs. 

They'll watch him live 
Miserably, till his days 
Come to a miserable end. 
Wake up son! 
You have a life to live.