A woman sits and ponders her future,
She is troubled by her society and her culture.

She turns back and finds memories of her past,
Now she finds, in her present, that time is running fast –

She realizes that she is due to something precious,
Which is now accompanied by new diamonds she found from a road that was treacherous.

Some force wants her to be quiet,
But she wants to scream and cry voluntarily.

She is off on a journey where her fate becomes her destiny.

She finds that she cannot change anyone but herself,
And she remembers that those who stand boldly in front of lava always melt.

~Unaza K