Portrait of an Unknown Woman (Uplifting Soft Folk)

Poem written by human Mena Marteen (hi, it's me), now presented to you as a generated music piece (with some defects) generated by model Suno AI. Album "Portrait of an unknown woman" - Track 12 "Portrait of an Unknown Woman" ******* Lyrics: I made the bed with flowery pillows Each memorabilia has its own shelf Collection cards and cute Sanrio's Easy maintenance even for myself I still pile up the mail hidden in a trunk But each day I do the dishes, I don't flinch Now you'll never find me even slightly drunk Even though inside I barely changed from an inch The epiphany I had was the day I decided To paint that portrait of an unknown woman Imagining someone old, alone, strong-headed Wonderful at living life large, without a man Freeing myself from the mandatory friends The marriage, children, career, it never ends Cutting the straitjacket of beauty standards Embracing age and wrinkles as the ultimate rewards A life well spent under a skin well worn out Witnessing the world as this ever changing frame Pursuing my art without the longing for fame A witch in the woods, going on and about I painted that portrait of an unknown woman Like some lay the pigments of clear blue skies I envisioned myself as this unknown woman Endless bearings from the prayers in my cries From the grey silhouette of a teenage ghost To this portrait with a face I still have to fill The freedom of choice is what I want the most Carving my own path to the strength of my will No one can't take from me, my own work of art When the canvas is my soul, it can't be torn apart Already stronger than anyone could paint me Through the daily struggles of keeping myself free To some, it may be cringe flowery pillows To me it's England gardens, by the lake, the willows To some, it may be the easy daily tasks To me it's the overbearing work of ever changing masks Whatever their notion of "adult" may look like I'll never pander to prefabricated morals Why pursue buying a car, when all you need is a bike ? I'll stay childish and ancient, with my florals The epiphany I had was the day I decided To paint that portrait of an unknown woman Imagining someone old, alone, strong-headed Wonderful at living life large, without a man Freeing myself from the mandatory friends The marriage, children, career, it never ends Cutting the straitjacket of beauty standards Embracing age and wrinkles as the ultimate rewards A life well spent under a skin well worn out Witnessing the world as this ever changing frame Pursuing my art without the longing for fame A witch in the woods, going on and about I'll allow myself to be, That one portrait of an unknown woman Among many other anonymous women Among so many, wonderful other anonymous women Oh, Oh, the amazing portrait Portrait of an unknown woman The endless colors, the infinite potential Oh, Oh, the unfinished portrait Portrait of an unknown woman Oh, Oh, Becoming what I paint in my mind Oh, Oh, Portrait of an unknown woman Oh, Oh, Painting my future without a plan Oh, Oh, Portrait of an unknown woman