I’ve felt my hand put to the plow;
I don’t want to turn back now.
I want to give You everything.
It is for You alone to depose kings
It is for me to be brave.
I don’t want Egypt back; I was a slave
As a submissive and devalued wife.
Free me to a higher purpose in life
Then meting out entertainment.
I am trapped in the containment
I will probably fail, but I’d rather try
Than live and die
In the constant shallows.
I want to walk on hallowed ground.
I want the best for him,
But as a woman,
I do not love him.