He beat her down mercilessly, left her in the abyss to die
Pulling her broken remains together, she strives on, don’t ask why!
Oh! the misplaced faith in piety and traditional law of virginity
And she says, “Thank you God, I know you did it all for me”
Those who tortured her for monetary and sheer material gains
Lie helpless, seeking her, as a balm to soothe and to ease their pains
Burning herself out, for kindness sake, she looks up and smiles sadly!!
And she says, “Thank you God, I know you did it all for me!!
He threw her out on her ear, gave her a kick, sent her on her way
And gave her a strange assurance that he prayed for her, every day…
Hanging her head, she laughs through bitter tears at the irony
And she says, “Thank you God, I know you did it all for me…
She is a walker, I know, she will gather herself and depart soon
To tarry, for her is dooming!! A flowing river, she is, like the monsoon
In a hurry to reach the final home, she is now beyond all help worldly
And She says, “Thank you God, I know you did it all for me…