There;
She is dragged to the wall 
Her wall of white lilies
A wall of lilies 
She is dragged behind 
The white wall of lilies
Dragged by a horde of men
Drunken captors 
Though in front of them
She is unseen
A captive 
Behind the wall 
A horde drunk on Whiskey and Vodka
She remains captive 
Behind strong walls
The strong wall will collapse down 
When love grows from the root of lilies
She is killing them with her loveliness
The drunken captors will kneel down 
Because she believed in freedom
And the sun will rise, 
Captors cannot see the brightness 
Nor understand her blossoming  
Into a white lily.