Lady
Lady, once proud, I see you all laced in bodice and gown.
Head held high by dignity, and ancestoral pride.
Enveloped in the love of family.
Lady...
Now I see you crying tears of shame. Embraced only by your lonliness.
Your father unknown,
unknown ye to your mother.
History has given you the name of "Lady"
Even now,
as I see your hair of blue, bare midriff, and tongue pierced.
Head held high only by your will to be. But thoughts within, oh thoughts within.
With the gaining of your freedom, where has your security gone, with your strength, your weakness exudes. With your shedding of chains and garments, comes the nakedness of your soul.
Proud no more, Lady I see you cast your eyes down.
