My Freedom is in your Chains

I sit at your backyard,
Dad,
My cheek lies on my palm,
My cry lies deep down,
I drink in the evening breeze,
As I look at the setting sun,
I feel free,
Among your daughters I am the first,
So all the respect; I earn.

But, Dad,
My freedom is in your chains,
My smile is determined by your care,
I know you care for me,
You feed me,
You clothe me,
Above all, you love me.

My thoughts wander,
Far to the world yonder,
I am of age,
I know as much as you do,
A suitor I have,
One of my choice,
But, I am scared.

How will I know He is as you,
I know no man is like you Dad,
Will he treat me as a ewe?
To carry his burdens and blames,
Will I have a tired frown each and every morning?
Will he feed me as you used to?
Will he carry me to bed,
and narrate till I doze?
Will he sing to me songs of old?
Will he value me as a daughter,
and not a property?
Will he teach me?

I don't want to leave home Dad,
The hoe I have known all along,
The home I call home,
Dad,
My freedom lies in your chains.