The New Me
My rage knows no bounds,It has a new kind of sheen.It is no longer a pained wrath,But a passion to succeed.
From the hollows of destruction I shall rise.Carefully putting my pieces back together. Moulding myself a brand new me, Adding to my cap another feather.
Like a Rajpoot princess who knows no defeat, I shall hold strong my sword in one hand,The might of a pen shall grace my other,And I'll write a bold new plan.
With the Father by my side,Like an eternal flame I'll burn bright.I will demolish all my demons, The fire within me will never die.
The world will witness the war that I've won.The girl I was, the woman I've become.And there will be a pompous celebration, One to be remembered by history.Oh! I can already taste sweet victory!