Like mushroom I was before my oppressions
Small and fragile, soft and weak
Helpless, left with no voice to speak
And no means to rescue my helpless self

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I was silent for too long
My voice may be taken, my hands bound in chains
But I'll rise beyond my limitations
Until my voice is heard and I'm set free once again
They ridicule my incapability
But little do they know
In silence I'll speak, in chains I'll move
Beyond the boundaries, all I see is my freedom, and that alone is my strength