Maiden

Come and lend a hand to a wrecked maiden, For she died from her sorrows; She never know the beauty of life she had been given, All she is certain is the nowhere of her tomorrow She did everything to be perfect, She succumb her pains in accordance of her love; She live in a life full of defect, And the alteration of dreams she always have Dreams that will always just be real for her, It will never change for it is her fate; She already accepted that the world wanted to watch her suffer Because the world's despise to her is great Her sorrows are her miseries, Her love is her weapon; Her wrath is her majesty, In the battle of queens she is the pawn She is weak, she is strong Her vigor and cowardice are immense; She is right, she is wrong Her lies justifies her defense She is just a maiden working for her leige, She is upright yet she sought evil; She was besieged Do not expect her to be genteel