"I have been sold,
m called a bride
but truth is that I am a slave
A rose by another
Sold into the life I live in
plucked from the ground I came from
They have cut my roots
so I could forget the ground I rose from
I am a rose by another name...
just a slave
I belong to him
bought for him
Bought at a price by him
therefore I am a slave
a rose by another name
because I am his
His wants, his desires
are my life's instructions
for I live to fulfil them
I am a rose yet by another name
just a slave
His voice voice have become the written words
Which dictate my very world
Shapes my very thoughts and convictions
For I bow down to the very limitations outlined by the sound of his voice
For he is 'Word and I the slave
So I bow down and remain in my place
For there is a role to be played
A slave
I am rose by another name
Which He plucks to become his ideal wife
a slave
knowing no true love
for I am a possession he owns
thus he plucks at my petals as though to know if I do love him
But no
For I am just rose by another name which calls wife"
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