Chilvary's Dead
You will never understand a woman's heart unless you've been in her shoes
Her smile could light up the room, and you still wouldn't have a clue
She may let you in a little, but she still keeps her secrets
During the day she reveals no struggle, but at night she's at her weakest
Being abused by the force of a strong male hand
It's nearly impossible for this woman to take her own stand
She's been trapped with darkness and fear deep inside her;
Wondering when the love of her life became the stranger beside her
These rhetorical questions contributed to her sorrow
Always hoping for a glimpse of a brighter tomorrow
He used to treat her like a queen, how all women deserved
But he quickly stopped doing the things it took to get her
She felt ashamed at how easily she was decieved
Judging his character solely on how he "seemed"
She felt like the only one struggling with what she was put through
But she's one of the millions who have to put up with what men do
See we live in a world where women have fought their way from the bottom up
Wanting equal status, but had little or no luck
But at the cost of wanting to rise to the top
Chilvary became something that we all forgot
"I don't need a man's help, anything he can do I can do better"
Women slowly became dominant, and men simply laid down and let her
Men who love and respected women got lost within time
These men became only the men we carry in our minds
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