• They don’t believe in her,
    They never believed in her.
    She throws back her head and laughs,
    She doesn’t need them.

    To them she is a disappointment,
    A burden,
    A pain.
    They try to shape her life,
    To bend her will.
    To them all she is is a tool.
    But now she is free,
    Free to do what she wants.
    Free to be herself.
    No more torture,
    No more waiting!
    She is free!
    And now,
    All they are is a bad memory.