All I could do for Asya was shed a few tears
And so I did dear Asya, my heart is broken my child.
The one who were to protect you, raped you
And there was no one to save you, at an age so vulnerable
My child, please forgive me, my weakness.
Of young people of Bangladesh,
They came out on the streets in protests
Came out in number, demanding justice
And police charged baton on them
Police who were chased away like mice
By the Hiz-but Tahir jehadists only months ago
Now Mighty against the protesting young women, My God!
Life did not give you much but now you are at peace
While I cry for my weakness, you are in the stars
All I can do for you Asya is shed a few tears
And so I will, I will cry a river for you, my child Asya.
