That little girl,
Your pretty doll.
As been grown up,
Now she will not fall.
She grew up with the flowers,
Aware from the throne.
Everybody was there,
But she felt alone.
Anybody can't make her silent,
Anyone can't hide her scar.
In those dark clouds,
She will twinkle like a star.
Along with the pacifist,
A warrior she has been.
That little princess,
Is going to be your Queen.
She is special, she's different,
For ruling, she has wisdom.
Either on your heart,
Or the entire Kingdom.
©zarin17
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