She was a little girl

Happy in her own world

Caught in the middle of things

Unaware of the dangers hidden beneath.

She was walking on a thread

With hope in heart

But only got tears to shed

For the wonderful dream she had.

She grew up feeling distant

Feeling like the outcast

In an already perfect world

Of flattery and pretense.

Maybe she never grew up

Who knows what the girl had become

Because she’s already been broken

Many times for a lifetime to last.

The world has slowly eaten her heart

Reminded her of how cruel life can be

Just a prey in the midst of giants

A toy for their enjoyment.

Maybe she’s just living

Like the shadow of ghosts

But she’s brave enough to know

That paradise is just an ideal world.