Through twisted tales of Neverland,
A soul that’s born as thee,
Was told a lie that many tell,
That blind girls cannot see.
In misty dreams and darkened caves,
Her heart was bent and torn,
Yet through the dust and crimson grime,
A warrior was born.
One day to never doubt again,
One day to never bend,
A warrior’s snarl shall crest her lips,
When she shall see again.
She heard an honest poem once,
A man who loved her so,
She could not drop her sword and run,
Her shield would not let go.
Through words and whimsies she told those lies,
She thought that she was blind,
One day she’ll come to realize,
The blindness was in her mind.
One day she’ll rise to claim her throne,
She’ll decide just where and when,
In that moment a Sun shall rise,
And she shall see again.