YES I AM A GIRL AND I WILL FIGHT TILL THE END
With the falling leaves and shedding trees,
I shed my tears and aching grieves.
With the shivering winter and growing cold,
I become aware of the sad truth and my weakening hold.
With the stormy monsoon and the darkness strained,
I fight for my rights and the energy once drained.
With the summer bringing sunny hope and uplifting revival,
I tighten my grip for the strongest survival.
All around the year, life plays and I become a puppet,
But i know how to fight for my cause and blow the winning trumpet…..