I will fight to shine bright like the sun above,
Without being born with a golden spoon.
I won’t have any support, not even love,
I’ll never be alone, I’ll forever have the moon.
In a world where everyone’s so lonely,
Withstanding the storm and the lightning,
I’m a girl trying to bloom so slowly,
But having no chances is disappointing.
A time will come when everything is clear.
As life goes on, somehow all will be shattered,
But again I will rekindle and rise from fear.
I, a girl, will have it all figured to move forward.
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