When she was a rose
She rose
Through the shell that confined
Through the dirt that bound
When she was a rose
When she was a bird
She flew
Into the storms
Into the sun
When she was a bird
When she was a girl
She lived
Adventures of life
Adventures of love
When she was a girl
When she was an owl
She knew
Of storybook endings
Of death and of truth
When she was an owl
When she was a dagger
She cut
The bread for her family
The throats of her enemies
When she was a dagger
When she was a mirror
She shattered
Weak from the world
Weak from the pain
When she was a mirror
When she was a shell
She died
Empty and broken
Empty and tired
When she was a shell
When the world broke her
She could no longer hide
The feelings she kept
Deep down inside
Pulse still beating
Soul gone away
Never again
Will the little girl play
But when she was a rose
She rose
When she was a rose
She rose.