You see faces but no identity
You see bodies without a destiny
Cars slow down, Men look out their windows to see
Every night when you drive back home
You cross that road, where love is sold
You have seen sell her beauty in the night
You have seen the darkest of nights, eventually turn into mornings
You have seen corpses within these humans
You have seen emotions being auctioned for just a few ruppes
But tonight, when you cross that road
And they look at you, as your car slows down
Don't slow down, to gaze and stare
Instead take a moment and smile gently
Just to show that you care
Because if you look carefully, at those girls in dresses
You might notice something, which nobody addresses
Behind those shiny dresses and make up so wild
You'll see a compassionate mother, desperate to earn for her child
You'll see her burn helplessly, in the midst of need and desperation
While her kid grows up, outside those shut doors
You'll see fingers of rich shamelessly playing around her body
While her parents anxiously await her return back home
She was just 16 when she went missing from her hometown
She reached the city, amidst slaughter
She never saw her family again
She was sold while still a daughter
She lies down on the beds of tyrant, while she is still dressed as a bride
How do you cremate a body that has constantly been cremated from within?
Every three minutes an Indian girl is trafficked into slavery
Only 1% of these are ever rescued.