Nothing can grow in the darkness and that's why you've become so heartless In hibernation licking wounds of rejection unable to face your mirrored reflection You've planted poison ivy in your garden of pain that flourished turning the vines into chains now you've grown with roots so deep unable to sow, unable to reap
Beauty, Strength, and fire, Those three things do not define her, She is from the wonderful works of our designer, Be careful, for she is a fighter, And she will get, Whatever she desire.