She loves her mother
She loves her child
But she’s not inclined to stay docile
Raised right in the wrong time
Etiquette decays, norms decline

A future torn between the tides
A want for that which gives life
Anchors drift in a swollen sea
A change of course could free

Swim across high tide
Your body breaks
You run against the landslide
Your body breaks

Her body’s bound
But her thoughts are free
A room of one’s own, a pen to ink
Word by word and brick by brick
She builds the frame of what we need

Swim across high tide
Your body breaks
You run against the landslide
Your body breaks
Utopic, utopic
It’s your call, it’s your call
Utopic, utopic
It’s your call, it’s your call

Utopic, utopic
It’s your call, it’s your call
Utopic, utopic
It’s your call, it’s your call
Utopic, utopic
It’s your call, it’s your call
Utopic, utopic
It’s your call, it’s your call