Freedom
Freedom All she anticipated was for freedom She sat in the corner, crying Tears rolling down her cheek, Leaving a temporary stain The corner that everybody ignores Leaving her in pain She hates being a girl She wants to be free She wants to enjoy life And not to be someone's wife Little does she know That she has the freedom The freedom that lives in her In the form of fire Dazzling, bright and fierce How will she know it though?? All she's heard is fairytales of a queen A queen who is nothing without her p rince charming A princess who needed seven men to help her A common girl who needed a man to come pick her up from the dusty cinders Everybody tells her, That her life is written in the four corners of her house But what about her freedom? What about her happiness? What about making time for herself? What about her?