Once upon a time, your name held the perfection,
That was how you were getting the attention.
People were in love with you,
All willing to play, they had no clue.
They couldn't see the real beauty,
Until you got your hands dirty.
She looked so poor,
No one loved her anymore.
You became a ghost,
Every door, you closed.
Your shadow tried to kill you,
All the legends are true.
Believe it or not, you got a savior.
Someone called sister.
She saw you leaving the sky,
So empty, the wind made you fly.
But for you she took the ladder,
Even if it was on fire.
All the sacrifices she made,
And you told her: ''Well played.''
You may die out there,
All because you never wanted to share,
To share your beauty.
I hope you'll notice that there will be no glory.
