Red Bridal Gown
Once upon a wedding,
There are guests sitting
She trails her long veil,
Tears starts shedding
Everyone came to tell,
There is no backing
She knows she can't thrive,
With culture drive
She has two ways,
Only one can be destine
Living to born-again,
Or to just survive
The walls of her home,
Feels cage beside
And dreams of her life,
Dies at that sight
Now, she choose one way,
Obviously family decides
So she became the BRIDE,
In RED GOWN to hide
The blood of her dreams,
Fell drip drip. . .
And people there,
Cheers with drinks.
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