I borrow my body from men 

Keep her aside a little while 

Bathe her limbs in milk 

Encourage back a smile 

Tell her next time they won’t be so rough

Next time she won’t have to be so tough 

That somewhere in the forest of fear 

A sweet lily awaits 

Past the chandelier of switches 

Nestled on the floor

Is a gentle, pure and thoughtful flower

One that won’t hurt her anymore