She finally made it – a walk outdoors 
Just to give this world a glance. 
With an anxious sigh, she squirted eyes 
From the sun. 
Dressed for an alien from head to toes 
So that secrets still be safe, 
Underneath the cloth the lines entwined 
Into a beastly pathway. 

‘There is a chance 
I could pass unnoticed, 
Evening shades are growing darker over me. 
There is a chance 
That no one should see me 
As I’m despaired looking for 
Me in the dark.’ 

People can be [bad word]  and well did she know 
They would never let her be. 
Those suspicious looks, and wide open eyes 
With terror. 
She swiftly paced the streets at night and 
Felt almost like she felt before, 
But underneath the cloth, the lines would crawl 
To surface unwanted. 

Dawn approaching, she quickened up to 
Prison-home-sweet home. 

‘There is a chance 
I could pass unnoticed, 
Evening shades are growing darker over me. 
There is a chance 
That no one should see me 
As I’m despaired looking for 
Me in the dark.’ 

‘So many things beyond my grasp – 
I’ll never feel again the envious looks in women’s eyes, 
Smiles on children’s faces when I smile …'