She was kind and innocent, pure and gentle
A child that's bright yet way too simple
She is as kind as dove
Knows nothing but love
Grew up with love and know how to care
Never knew that someday she'll have to share
Not the things nor any riches
But the responsibilities and the duties
She was fragile and weak
But her spirit couldn't break
As she faces everything
With face full of spring
Her soul became her blade
But afraid to get betrayed
She doesn't wear the cape
Neither the sheild nor the drape
Facing the battles on her own
Waltzing through the combat zone
Wars which worth nothing for others
But to her, she never bothers
Falling alone
Standing alone
Holding herself
Carrying herself
She alone struggles & cultivates her power
Fought the demons who tried to devour
Creating her own sheild
With power, she healed
Now,
Dripping with blood, sweat and tears
The painful armour that she wears
She became overly bright and shine bizarrely.
Perhaps she was born to wear this armour.
