She emerges from her shell,
Her spirits have induced her to compel,
The demons inside of her into a spell,
They disperse into exile,
So she can now excell.
She carries herself, as if her neck is made of glass.
Looking ahead, instead of down at the grass.
She holds her own, with a swagger to her ass.
You can't knock her down,
Her past and her future is a complete contrast.
She used to be the girl who would stay at home,
Sit by herself, she was isolated and all alone.
Now she's stepped up, ready to roam.
The world for all it is,
She's out there, getting her own.
She imbeds her feet in the ground,
For she knows now she has been crowned.
A Queen, a Goddess,
Her gifts and ambitions are going to astound.
No head in the clouds, her strength within has been found.
She knows she can take the world by storm,
Fearless and strong, with a will to move on.
Her confidence is an art form,
Because there is no greater power,
Than the ability to not conform.
This society will try and break you,
Take away your personality and your point of view,
Take a stand, and demand to be break through
Don't stand small, be tall and true.
Shine, because in this world, there is only one you.
