She has been hurt so many times,
She feels pain no more.
Fell on smooth roads enough,
She chose bumpy rides to home,
That bridles on wheel no more.
Wandering in meadows,
Her face is gleaming with sun rays,
That she wears pink cheeks no more.
She stood alone and spoke her mind,
She abide the laws and took their side,
She rises with every daylight,
That dawn in her dreams no more.
She laughed wildly among all faces,
She might be anarchic in your eyes,
But she needs your consent No more.