the little girl has grown up,
tiny steps into big dreams,
she never been so sure of what she wants,
until that day where she decided to..
trust herself.
dark alleys still scared her,
but fairies keep giving her their lights,
more than she ever thought she would have,
she's blessed.
more importantly she could feel it,
she felt blessed.
now, she's a strong girl,
at least stronger than before,
took time and pain to make her this way,
tons of battlefield,
broken hopes, dead dreams,
a war with herself,
filled with unknown tears.
but the light doesn't goes off,
the fairies keeping them bright,
as bright as the sun,
oh God, she's so blessed,
some fairies go away,
but the new one keep coming out,
holding her faith that she will win,
she will win this fight.
No,
she wasn't looking for a prince charming,
this strong girl needs a knight,
she needs a soldier friend,
because she knew mere prince won't be enough
and she won't be lowering her standard,
not again..
for a weak man,
she's way too good for that.
she held her chin up
with or without crown on her head
because she knew she deserves more
than what this dungeon offers
she will keep her light
of her own
and she own no one for her light
more than the fairies.
