✯✫Open Window✫✯

A daughter's a closed up window
The mother an unbarred one
The daughter will long for freedom
And the mother may grant her some

Or the mother may withhold it
And tell her with a sigh,
"It is not your time to fly yet,
Oh, dear child of mine."

The daughter will be angry
But will carry on in silence
She will see the mother as nothing but
A gross, sadistic tyrant

She will grow and grow her hair
Hoping to be beautiful
Her mother will cook, clean and cut hers short
Forever upright and dutiful

The daughter will stand at the open window
Looking out with longing
The mother will put her arms around
Her shoulders at the awning

"It isn't safe for you out there"
She says, voice cracked with fear
"There are horrible things outside
I must shield you from, my dear."

The daughter sighed and pushed away
"You can't make me stay.
I have my own life to live
And I'll do it my own way."

Yes, a daughter's a barred up window
And she longs for her wings to spread
But her poor free mother's right
She will end up crashing, dead.