Noora's doll house

I was like Noora doll house,
happy just outside it,
when the front door Noora
stick noted.
In prison, a huge,
tyranny everywhere.
Woman under a sneaker,
subjected to tread down.
I would have been strong, as well as
happy, if I
felt myself in my home
ceiling.
I felt like a hallway
doormat.


Noora doll house,
ran away from the world.
The winds, the power
for export.
Storms mercy,
thought he was lucky tee
choosing freedom.
Also, too much freedom is
is a chain of man.
Always Noora can not be freedom
love, sometimes misses
the oppressive home prison.