There was a girl who created her own world

where she was the loveliest princes getting what she deserved

to oppose the reality in which she starred as the second best

she simply wished to be loved and have a bit of rest

as she had to fight for every insignificant thing

be it a mother’s hug or the right to spread her wings.

She was tired – a little girl shouldn’t wage war

and shouldn’t fight against dragons and wicked Kings

but no matter where she resided – it was her fate, as it seems.

So the girl pushed, despite the tears and the blood running

and tainting her bright fairy tales – she didn’t believe in a saviour

and, thus, she became a warrior; the protector of the tender heart

so it doesn’t fall apart.