Pearl of the east, a graceful beauty, Whose songs relay a colorful melody Of oceans so bright and free. She is a dancer in the woods, Swaying to songs that cannot be understood, Unashamed of her body, nude. Yet They come and strike her down Tied her wrists to her back in front of the whole town Became a sight people only frown upon. Where did the graceful dancer go? The harmonies are lost, 6 feet down below Her heart is carved hollow. She has become an echo of those around Unable to stand her own ground Voiceless screams begging to be found.