Here comes the sun
Look who’s rushing to the ferry
A basket in her hand Of course,
she’s one of the garment workers.
How long can she feel the morning sunlight?
Only for a little while
She works for a living
The Garment factory is her life
For her family She sacrifices her sweat
The moon awaits her
When she comes back
Weekly household chores await her too
She can’t imagine having free time for herself (Phew!)
And she doesn’t have time for the family
You could say I’m a prisoner.
