Not a Princess
She's not a princess
But a warrior
From scrubbing floors
Roaming the forest
Freezing doors
Leaving the sea to be free
Facing fears
How hard could it all be?
To face the truth
Finding one's self in their youth
In all we honor
We honor ourselves
Through out adventure we thrive
To prove to everyone we can stay alive
Against what the public falsely know
We draw ourselves together
As Merida draws the bow
To losing, To fighting, To finding
The dawn is upon us, as we wake
Everything we go through determines our fate
We are not princesses
We are warriors
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