It was the first time that she saw the sun 
Warmth felt like nothing she felt before 
How could beauty exist for all she had known? 
As the blade slit her throat, the blood came to flow 

Breathe, you find it hard to face the truth

These four walls is where she had became aware 
How one create such pain and misery 
Without the smallest compassion, 
How could you not see?

Never saw the sun, never breathed fresh air 
Her existence as a product her flesh to tear 
To consume, a nation blind to her pain 
Suffering ignored, she died in vain