Galloping Through the Night

I'm galloping, Galloping through this storm, Rain pounding my cloak, A feeling of blindness coming over, Then again, I wasn't supposed to leave, My warm home, Until the suns wave of light, Comes through my curtains so bright, Anger I see, Will fill my fathers every word, But it is too late, I'm an adventurer, Not a daughter, I was never a good daughter, To thee, He gave me all, Yet all I see is entrapment, His every whim being fulfilled, For his lonesome greed, I will not be like her, Like the mother I loathe, No curiosity would hurt a girl like me, It would turn me to depression, Which would put me to death, So you see, I wish to be free, Free of everyone, But myself, And my greed.