I was the opener of the womb
My cry was heard by my household
It was painful and joyful
They were on cloud nine

As I grew up,
Expectations mock me
The sailing storm and raging wind
Shook my ship

I was almost drown and swallowed
Confusion and questions cloud my mind
It dawn on me
Am at the altar of sacrifice

As a guiding star leads
I am a ray of hope
The sunshine that lights mother Earth
The moonlight that shuns darkness at night

Just as I opened the womb
I must set the pace
To receive the prize
I must pay the price

I wonder if I would be sold or given out
I am in the prison of tradition
About to be executed
Alas! It's my fate.