Enslaved , enclosed she prays each day
Awaiting her prince , who'll whisk her away

But the world has run out of knights in shining armours
Out of glitter , out of glory , out of glamour

Her battles cannot be prayed away
Gone are the days she could hideaway

So she will have to fight her own fight
Come what may , walk through the darkest night

For in a world , where her voice is invalidated
She writes her own story ..a prince is no longer awaited