You must have seen a few roses bloom
With beauty insane, ending up in tomb
I aren't that thorn, mind you again,
Lying across the soil under cloudy rain
Life is tough and it can’t change
Much has been said, little for gain
Looking at me, you’ll see
A damsel in no need of a frog indeed
Nor a knight on horse to feed,
Nor any luck to smile on me,
Nor this to crave nor that to see,
I’ll fly as I am, as free as a bird
And do the things the way I need
I was free, I am free, I’ll free
Till the day my wings are clipped,
My hopes aged and death on street!
