you call me child,
you call me weak,
you call me naive,
oh, but sweetheart, i am a goddess,
my blood is made of stardust,
and my heart of burning flames,
i have the strength of a warrior,
and the mind of a wise man,
you thought you could lock me in your grasp,
but my sword is sharp,
and your grip loose,
and this is how i become the queen.