She stared at the ceiling,
And then she grew up to believing,
That she is born to only,
Listen to her parents,
Do what her teacher says,
Follow the same routine for years.
But no! It changed her life,
He changed her life!
It was he who brought,
Life into her soul,
He who poured a bucket of sunshine on her face,
He who loved her for who she was and not what she did,
For this was how she used to be.
But now, she had turned a new leaf.
Her life of slavery was all over,
For she had been freed by him.
She was new,
And so is this year!
And then she grew up to believing,
That she is born to only,
Listen to her parents,
Do what her teacher says,
Follow the same routine for years.
But no! It changed her life,
He changed her life!
It was he who brought,
Life into her soul,
He who poured a bucket of sunshine on her face,
He who loved her for who she was and not what she did,
For this was how she used to be.
But now, she had turned a new leaf.
Her life of slavery was all over,
For she had been freed by him.
She was new,
And so is this year!