My eyes had a different shine,
My heart was filled with hope.
But something happened!
I fell hard, breaking down.
The shine in my eyes were gone
and my hope drained out.
I was under a dark cloud.
I couldn't see the light.
They said I was crossing my limits,
that I shouldn't try harder.
But I didn't give up
even in when the whole world was storm,
and I a tree.
As the song says,
"I am a princess cut from marble,
smoother than a storm,
and the scars that mark my body
are silver and gold".
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