They call you the girl made out of glass
A princess, so fragile and naive
Who cannot hold an ounce of darkness
Always the one who is deceived
You are breakable, but not weak
You are stronger than they believe
Shards of glass cut through so easily
Piercing each of their misdeeds
Every part of you is just as deadly
With every shard, you are complete
How do you hold such an honest heart
No need for illusions to achieve
Your rise to a better reign
You will become a fiercer queen
To start a revolution
In ways the world needs
A girl born from the embers
And raised within hell's heat
Derived from the ashes
Of every ancestor deceased
As you are made of glass
When you break, you do not bleed
Shaped by mental wielders
One, who was forged to lead
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
They call you the girl made out of glass
A princess, so fragile and naive
Who cannot hold an ounce of darkness
Always the one who is deceived
You are breakable, but not weak
You are stronger than they believe
Shards of glass cut through so easily
Piercing each of their misdeeds
Every part of you is just as deadly
With every shard, you are complete
How do you hold such an honest heart
No need for illusions to achieve
Your rise to a better reign
You will become a fiercer queen
To start a revolution
In ways the world needs
A girl born from the embers
And raised within hell's heat
Derived from the ashes
Of every ancestor deceased
As you are made of glass
When you break, you do not bleed
Shaped by mental wielders
One, who was forged to lead
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