Miss freedom

Do you really exist

A wondering woman

Free to express

All the while I feel trapped

In chains of good and evil

Your oblivion hurts me

Your carelessness

Angers me

Miss freedom

Are you out there?

Combing your hair?

Never with a care

Your child is here

Could you acknowledge

Your son is all alone

While you run off

Talk to the crows

Miss freedom

Free me from my pain

Only you can do it

But you look the other way

I call, and you don’t listen

He hurts me while you glisten

Miss freedom,

Mother,

Look my way