All she's asking for is an independent.
Like a bird caged, worried when she'll sow high in the air.
A nation freed from an external force,
Is bound by yet an interner oppression.
Rubbish! Rubbish!! Rubbish!!!
At 18, expected to bear the cross alone
Like a grown up lion exiled to hunt for a pride of its own.
She rather was tossed under the big wings in the name of protection.
"No superman, I'd rather be Clark Kent."
"Simple existence until I am forced to switch characters."
A democracy of poachers!
An independence of lies!