Afraid of the dark, afraid to be alone, Walking on tenterhooks.
There was a girl who liked to live in a world of books.
She never told anyone,
But for her fear, she had a reason.
She wasn't a coward, she would never run.
But so helpless was she, she lived in the umbra
Crawling through the amorphous dark, without a hope in sight.
Books were her escape, her inspiration to fight.
Courage didn't come on a white horse or a with a knight,
She looked for it inside, she knew she had to take a stand, she knew it was her fight.
It was the knowledge that gave her the confidence to take the first step.
Stumbling, falling, and getting up again, she began a journey to intercept her fate.
Once she found her destiny, she gave fate new directions.
She took charge of the reins in her hands stopping for no one.
This is the tale of a girl who lived in the world of books.
She created a new world that changed everyone's outlook.
