You teach me how to be a man Though I am someone's daughter The path of warrior was set for me And I had to try on the armour No it doesn't suit me And it feels so heavy I'm frightened and so ashamed That I have to combat the world alone That I have to swing my sword alone So my gentleness is turned into rigidity And once soft the skin is nothing but the scale One by one I lead unequal fights, eventually The beauty's nose is broken, and I faint Life feeds me bullets and stones And I stitch myself up alone If I cry I will run my tears Inside of my blood- stained cheeks I've found talents beyond comprehension All my battles are a sight to behold Wading through the hardship alone Translating my body to soul Oh brutal world, I'm not your enemy This role of warrior brings nothing but the misery If a woman's wings are trimmed And her radiance is dimmed This is over! This is over! You will see her ride a broom With a force to be reckoned To be no longer the second I am no longer a daughter I eat them for breakfast I eat them for lunch I have audacity To throw the first punch I dwell in the shadows I sleep in the light I am no longer a daughter I throw the first punch