She was born with grudges in her fate
In the world which filled with hate,
Then still she had the hope to survive
As she know that is her last revive.

She is a beautiful piece of art;
Which made all her dreams tear apart
She was jailed in her own house,
Where she hid all her feelings behind the clouds.

When she entered into another phase of her life,
Without knowing this world is a sharp knief
She is a fairy who born with wings
Who really doesn't know these worldy things.

She dreamed high beyond the stars
But this society made her to sit behind the bars
Yet she is a silent warrior with a mask
Doesn't knowing her family would be a big task.

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