(part 1)

I was told i am strong

I was told i can fly

But all i am allowed to do now is 

Only imagine to fly high

I was told i can conquer

I was told i can roar

But all i am allowed to do now is 

To be silent and see the house chore

I am made to cherish the world 

I was made to carol 

But i am for myself so miserable

I wish i could go to back to my craddle

I tried my best to spread the bliss

I tried and tried for everything i was destined

But nothing in this world blissed me out 

For now i know i am chained and tired

(part 2)

You are srong my dear

You just have to overcome your fear

You can fly as high as you please

You just need to put your wings at ease

For they need time to nourish

You for sure are made to cherish

Taking care is in your nature

You are a beautiful creation of the creator

You are meant to comfort everyone

You are warm and bright like the sun 

You are the fire in the eve of winter

You are the cold rain in the mid of summer

You are the daughter of Eve

You are the mother of Eve