She used to be the one with the flowery golden hair
Hanging from a tower in despair
She used to be in a love with a beast adorned in fur
Only seeing true beauty when the love was for sure
But she no longer needs a crown that lights up the night
She doesn't need to pretend to be a soldier to fight
She exudes confidence and pride like a diamond does gleam
She is not a princess, as she was born a queen