God made her a girl,
Who should be a perl,
Treated as curl.

Grown up with dreams,
Lived in her dreams,
Planned with keens.

Grown and grown,
But drown and drown,
By hurts.

They said no dreams,
With your keens,
ur a girl should be on knees.

Dreamed of bieng in dreams,
Cruel world for being a girl,
Brocken dreams she said
To her needs.

- Devilzi