In a Shadow of my wealth, I stand alone,
A prisoner of privilege,
With a heart of stone,

I long to be seen,
To be heard,
To be free from
The chains of expectation
That bind me to my destiny,

She sees me as a symbol,
Of oppression and might,
A reminder of the inequalities
That plague our sight,

She cannot love me,
For I am, it's true,
For in her eyes,
I am a reflection of all
That she's been through,
In her eyes,
I am the mirror that reflects
All the scars...