ballad

Written by: passion williams

In the night she comes,
Freeing all the women from their pain.
as she made their pain go numb 
she looked at the abusers with disdain

I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?

Pashant is what they called her.
Her arms were strong as steel.
She was a true fighter
as you can see she was very skilled

I still don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?

She didn't do this for attention
That wasn't the type of person she was
she did this for prevention
Everynight this is what she does

Oh, I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?

Her eyes were very daring,
She didn't take any mess from anyone
She had the beauty of a fairy
She would not run

I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain 
Help other women with the same?