The Girl From The Coast

She was born last centuries.
In the middle of tight crisis.
Slaveries. Slaveries.

Hypocrisy of the society.
Of the socially accepted violence.
In the name of Lord, they used to pray.

The Girl was taken from her home.
Home by the sea.
She was unleashed.
She was free.

Until the day he,
He wanted her skin,
He wanted her being,
By saying "Lord in heaven bless thee"

Her soul kicked back,
To the sea she ran,
Upon her stolen horse,
Like a relic in the dark.

The girl from the coast,
and her words,
strong enough to punch men throat to throat.