Someone's Daughter

You teach me how to be a man

Though I am someone's daughter

The path of warrior was set for me

And I had to try on the armour

No, it doesn't suit me

And it feels so heavy

And I'm frightened

And so ashamed

That I have to combat the world alone

That I have to swing my sword alone

So my gentleness is turned into rigidity

And once soft, the skin is nothing but the scale

One by one, I lead unequal fights, eventually

The beauty's nose is broken, and I faint

Life feeds me bullets and stones

And I stitch myself up alone

If I cry, I will run my tears

Inside of my blood-stained cheeks

I've found talents beyond comprehension

All my battles are a sight to behold

Wading through the hardship alone

Translating my body to soul

Oh, brutal world! I'm not your enemy

This role of warrior brings nothing but the misery

If a woman's wings are trimmed and her radiance is dimmed

This is over, this is over!

You will see her ride a broom

With a force to be reckoned

To be no longer the second

I am no longer a daughter

I eat them for breakfast

I eat them for lunch, I have audacity

To throw the first punch

I dwell in the shadows

I sleep in the light

I am no longer a daughter

I throw the first punch