Her hair's muddy;
Her spirit's broken;
Her hands bloody
Bear pain's token.
...
I watched it rise so proud,
But then it stopped to look around
And then another came
And bit it till it was filled with shame
...
Out of the darkness
And into the light
I crave to escape
For this can't be right
...
Outside taxis come and go,
Strangers stop to say hello?
Old men in yellow-fady coats
Sailing in big black boats
...