She has orders to follow, From the moment she was born Till she lays lifeless under the soil, She has orders to follow. Family, friends, society, everyone has rules to give, orders to follow. Obey parents as a child, Obey a partner as an adult, She wonders,when will she ever be free? The way her hairstyle should be, The way her dressing should be, The way her voice modulation should be, She has orders to follow. She is not allowed to do things she loves. Some are accepted, but many are restricted. She is not allowed to travel alone, Because they say she has predators waiting to kill her outside. Someday, when she wears a dress that comforts her, Amorous eyes will pierce through her and make her feel abashed. She longs to break the chain, To breathe freely in the morning wind, To stand alone in a field of lavender and simply be. Even though she wishes to be free at heart, Her mind always fears stepping out of her little circle. So she always has orders to follow.