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Image by: Man de Man Photography   I sing a lonely song to the moonlight The only closest company I may ever have tonight I hum to the echoes of the winds that blow Composing a symphony only I will ever know, Or will anybody else hear it? Give me the chance to obtain my biggest profit A currency paid in form of a listening ear If ever I have the capability to renounce this great fear   I am just a girl, A girl yearning to be free Mine me out from societal detriments, and simply let me be The girl that I know I want to see Will never be so until you let me be   Papa, Oh Papa If the moon is to turn over to face the day How I wish I’d have a road map to guide as I run away Away from the shackles of an undesired earthly eternity To please a society that makes merry from impunity My hands and feet you view as currency You glare at the sight of apples dangling down a tree Ripe and sweet for your remedy Punishing me to be lower than a slave