Their daughter wanted to be a rose
For those whose mothers had slept
So early in their beds for repose,
And with sobs they had much wept.

Teenager she was and didn't know
Thorns also exhaale here, everywhere.
And oft the stormy winds blow
To pierce from all sides, not rare.

So, under the dark grey sky
To tend them she left her door.
"Blessed i am." Thought she
And thanked the Almighty for.

On her noble way she was so alone;
No soul was around in this crowded city.
Behind the thicked her chastity is gone.
Alas! She lost it forever in a world so free.