No, the world was never fair.
We grew up happy
keeping to ourselves,
ribbons untangling in our hair.
Our world was complete
We were all we need
What there was, we took, we shared.
Then the world shook and broke down.
We searched, we wailed,
We ran away, we sought and
Listened hard but hope echoed no sound.
We were angry and we cried,
Asked more questions than
There were answers to be found.
Now the world is trying to tell us we're not special.
We have become the average
Part of the faceless mass
the hopeless, the insignifant, the nominal.
Little sister, let them try.
But the world cannot take this away:
How we laughed, how we played
Bright like fireflies or the sun's warm ray
How we loved and how we lost
How we carried on at whatever cost.
How we keep believing still
The wounds we have will someday heal.
Yes, I know we're back at the start
Painful and humbling to our once proud hearts
But ordinary, not special --- that's not us
Even if we're now less witty or not so fast.
Because even when praises wane
Princess-warriors we'll remain.
They taught us well so trust you now
We'll make it through someway, somehow.