Sylvia, our lives symmetrcal in geometry,
Our childhood torn through grief,
An early demise of Daddy.
Sylvia, there\'s a better life for us,
Where the bees aren\'t confined to a box.
Sylvia, our mothers can\'t makes us stone,
When we are the serpents in the water.
Oh Sylvia, our reliance on men is perished
By our resilience,
Don\'t let tragedy become reality.
Sylvia, the incarnation embodied in my very existence,
We thank God for a second chance at this.