Feminicida

Elizabeth, one more story of the cruel reality that makes me cry
Elizabeth, one more victim of the pleasurable horror that angers me
One more on the list of the forced act that has condemned her
One more story, enough already, I want to stop counting

She is thirteen years old, she likes to sing, she is locked up, she doesn't want to socialize
She has a huge heart, but her mom made decisions that will weigh heavily over time
She doesn't know what her actions will cause
Only a withered rose will remain, a broken soul

Without direction, nor stability, a faded star, a wounded girl
Mom, why did you sell my soul, they have touched my whole body
They took everything, left nothing
Mom, why did you sell my soul, they have touched my whole body
You took everything, left nothing, nothing
There is nothing left of this girl

Daniel, one more story of the cruel reality that makes me cry
One more victim of the pleasurable horror that angers me
One more on the list of the forced act that has condemned him