She's born into prophetic oblivion,
Cast away undesired in the darkest of a free man's shadow
But from morning dew, she sows a Jade to unlearn
Her cruel roots and painstakingly find her own skies to grow
She's forced to wear a corset and stand upright
Well she breaks through it's agonising harness
And standing on the tip of her own feet, she reaches for the light
Lights a torch for her sisters to melt the bonds that repress
Double the courage and effort yoked make her ladder against luck
Always the one to make the gourmet from grains
In her pearls and gowns, she can leave the world wonderstruck
She may be gentle but she can conquer the miles of mountains
And the pillars of the world dissolve if not for the mother
Her nurturing touch and eagle eye for our pains
Her hand on the wheel makes our parasail hover
To ensure success in our trying motions, her neck cranes
In the crossfire for our own lives
I hope we find a future rose-coloured
May our hearts remain curious and passion drives
The depths of who we get to be beyond pasts marred