Slavery: lamentation of young auction lady

Drop of tear Splash the floor She remain still Until the gush of wind tilt Oh my goodness Why I have to face such freak No one deserve to be treated Like this Holy moly even the season Change with it's pace Look, being human My life depends on others hand Heart pound every sec Tickle of rain drop Swept my Pain Wind whisper near my ear " Fight yourself dear without fear" This word buzz my ear Until I spoke for myself No means No and it should be over