Ballad

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?