Dreams have no gender... From the very onset of her birth, All she was taught was comportment Like a caged bird, she craved for mirth She didn't know about the biased treatment, Which she was going to endure But, when her wings were fully grown Yet, her heart was childlike pure To her, a wedding card was shown... (Read my mess in the caption) Dreams have no gender... From the very onset of her birth, All she was taught was comportment Like a caged bird, she craved for mirth She didn't know about the biased treatment, Which she was going to endure But, when her wings were fully grown
