She knew that they, the new ones wouldn’t listen to her They think women, are like cats and only sleep and purr

Rules and booklets, of what not to do to help yourself You just sit there, and look pretty like a gem on a shelf

It seems that they, forgot who has the power to heal the scratch Our family was the only one left, that still has the country’s last match

Chaos and tragedy were running wild, through the realm just how she planned The others choose to ignore, the upper right hand and owner of all her land