She was filled with a prada colors
But standing in a dusky place
She was filled with flowers
But living in a thorny garden
She want to touch the sky
But haven't wings
She want to become
What she want to
But Opportunity deny hers
She want to hold the chance
But those doors are starting to close
But she is a strong kind of being
She make it happened
She did it
She ask God for help and
Ask for help thousand times
She now wearing a colorful dress
In a garden full of flowers and butterflies with open doors and gates
And those chances she missed is waiting for her success
She can fly with the help of her dreams
That even herself needs to believe her too.