And abuses are a list,

I’ll be strong enough to live

And be raising up my fist.

Reaching the moon!

I don’t fear of this.

It’s just a test,

I feel it with my heart,

And any sacrifice

That should be made I’ll make,

I’ve already made

And I’m raising up my fist.

I’m not such a girl you could

Gaze upon, imagine nude.

Yes, I have some rounded part

But to warm my lover’s heart.

From a poorest neighborhood,

But without shame I have stood.

Love is over misery.