She had to let go,

Of the idea,

That she could,

Be like them,

Because that,

Was building her a tower,

In her mind,

And trapping her,

Under a thatch roof,

Away from starry night skies,

And the truth,

That she was born,

To rule,

And wear her crown,

Like a queen,

And smile,

Like a blade,

Instead of waiting,

For a prince,

To rescue her,

When she had the tools,

To do it all along.