For the love of sisters

The distance has been speaking to me lately,
Where are my sisters while the brothers party nightly?

Lonliness has taken a front seat in my heart,
My sisters still fight each other while the brothers with respect to each other duff their hats.

I have no one around to give the daily gossips, because while i search for them, they're somewhere else planning my disgrace.
But the brothers we thought were poor in worships, now gather round a table, fighting together to win a race.

My sisters used to be my Playmate's the days we danced in the moonlight,
We used to sing lullabies that echoes till daylight
Now we've lost our voices to all that noise.

"He picked me first", "but he saw me before you"
That's the new tune my sisters learnt.
Fighting not for fulfilment of destinies but to be choosen as a man's property!
Now from the voice of the distance i bow in shame, remembering now has come to be our Lent.

Zhyreal