Maybe someday
there will be a way
Pain will be forgotten,
The Wicked Queen's poison apple will rotten.
Life will merrily carry on.
Tears will be gone,
as if we live in a fairytale.
Every inhale will be followed with an exhale.
There will be no suicide;
the dead girl will live to be a bride.
Everyone can go and life in their dream castle
without any facile.
Changing the world is something that together we can do,
because chances like these are few.
Together as a population,
happiness can bloom like a carnation.
The pedals will spread
as if they were sewn with the perfect thread.
We can all reach for the stars,
to fade the scars.