Every night I go to sleep,
With little hope, a little faith
That tomorrow will magickaly be
A little better than today.

When my sleep breaks tomorrow
Woken by the pure sun,
I dare to dream that liberty,
Will reach the women of this earth.

That, women will walk free again
Free from fear, doubt, and oppression
Or may be I’m just dreaming big
Ladies: Ditch the ladle and hold the gun!

For too long we’ve asked for compassion,
Pity is not what we need.
Show them if we can give them birth,
If need be we can tear their limbs!

No matter how much we progress;
On their table we have to put food.
For if they want they can snatch away
Our freedom, with their show of manhood

If we are bold and independent,
They label us “slut” “whore” and “undomesticated”.
And still if they can’t curb our spirit,
They rape our body just to be authoritative.

But too long we have wept in silence,
For even the sun will feel ashamed to rise;
If we don’t fight for our integrity,
More of us will be disgraced and left to die.

Today you weep for a stranger,
Tomorrow it’ll be your neighbor.
And even before you know any good,
Your turn would have surely come.

Change can’t be brought from heaven,
Oh no! For change comes from within.
And till the shameless change themselves,
Let’s scare those bastards to give in.

Every night I go to sleep
With little hope, a little faith
That soon I don’t have to hope
For humanity to be regained.