There lived a humble spirit,
With a dream as high as the sky,
Goals she had to reach it
And the wings waiting to fly.
With afflictions, pain, and drama
She buried herself alive.
In the darkness of her soul,
She lost her dream to live.
One day, that one day,
She dreamt strangely.
Of all the sufferings, she woke,
With feelings of failures, sadly.
And then, she stopped waiting,
For the fair prince, on a white horse.
Took her blade alone, to the battle
That once she lost.
Fought in the battle of life
With valor and pride.
Once a simple girl with dreams,
Is now a legend who achieves!
Divya Priyadharshini Mohan