WHEN I THINK ABOUT HER

She was stressed by the ring,
Whenever she wanted to fly they bind her wing,
She always remained in search of a place
where she could sing,

Today she is lying quiet,
those who always hated her even they were crying,
leaving this overburdened body she must be feeling light,

Instead of being a girl again she would be happy as a beast,
At least limitations will be least,
and she may not live in piece