Shackles

When I was a young girl, I'd sing pretty songs 

And dream of the days I'd be free

Free from the shackles placed firmly at birth 

By parents who knew nothing better

When I was a lady, I'd sing pretty songs

And dream of the days I'd be free

Free from the shackles placed firm by the church

To a husband who thought he knew better

As an old bird, I sing pretty songs

And know one day soon I'll be free

Free from these shackles placed firmly at birth

In a world that never got better

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

From cradle to grave you paint a stark vision with illuminating wisdom and melancholy. Nicely done Sarah. Poetic as it is tragic. CLE