I used to be like many women in the world
Just happy with the little I got.
I followed my mothers steps
When being free had no sense.
Waking up in the morning mad,
Thinking what else I forget.
Breakfast, lunch, summer, dinner,
Jealous women,
Driving to work like the best member
Of the best ever racing ream.
But something was shining;
People followed me.
I gave them hope,
At least daily laugh.
Still thinking not being pretty and smart.
I almost gave up,
I almost blend in.
And looked at the eyes,
The eyes of a Queen.
Beautiful woman,
Strong, wisdom and free,
She started at me.
What's wrong with you,
Can't you see?
Okay, one more time.
Open your eyes!
Can't you see?
Can't you see
You are me...
