They don't see age, they don't see face
A child, a woman, a life, a space
Invaded, violated, brutalized, and torn
Leaving scars that never heal, a heart that's born

To suffer, to cry, to scream, to bleed
Their lust, their power, their twisted creed
They don't see clothes, they don't see skin
They don't see innocence, they don't see sin

They don't see purity, they don't see shame
All they see is their own twisted game
They take, they hurt, they destroy, they kill
And when we seek justice, they make us stand still

The society questions, the society blames
"What was she wearing?" they ask with shame
As if our clothes, our choices, our lives
Justify the violence, the pain, the strife

But we won't be silenced, we won't be tamed
We'll rise, we'll scream, we'll claim our names
We'll demand justice, we'll demand change
For a world where women are safe, where love doesn't range

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