Heaven could hide like a new bride.
The Earth could be spread so round and wide,
With paradise and hell living inside.
'You need to eat little! Why don't you exercise?'
I hear people shout at me, and I realize:
The road of life is tiled with fire and ice.

I try to do good, I try to be better.
Hoping for the best to arrive sooner than ever.
But all I get in return are insults in place of compliments,
For the good I choose to implement.
And sometimes, I wonder if it's because I'm a woman.
Or is it because it's me...

Like a child, I always cry for mercy.
Looking down to my self and whisper.
There is no home like me.
Even if the world fails to see.