Man, who thinks himself above she
Man, who holds all control
Not one who let her choose
She had no choice until all shouted out her voice
Strive and Fight all the ladies did
Whenst their passoniate voice beheld
Once these ladies voice was heard
But still they fight to allow the daughters yet to come
Be that equal to every son
Until each worlds shall meet its end
So shall the glorious ladies
Fight, for their place
Where he would see her chained
Though, she would lay those chains at his feet
To show she will nae accept defeat