I don't wish to be a trophy of your home,
I am a slice of this universe.
With choices of my own,
Don't hold me back by the stereotypes.
As I don't wish to go along,
the usual flows or traditional ways.
Like a recurring tide that moves all along
still at the shore, it stays.
I am a slice of this universe.
With choices of my own,
Don't hold me back by the stereotypes.
As I don't wish to go along,
the usual flows or traditional ways.
Like a recurring tide that moves all along
still at the shore, it stays.
Let me be a young river make meanders and flow,
Let me bask in the sun and glow.
Don't make me fear the bruise and burns I may get,
For without taking a plunge far more I will regret.
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