From the innocent slate we are born,

From the wombs of mothers we are torn,

I was brought into this world by fire and scorn.

For I am but a mere girl,

Simple in her own words this may be

But a flower blossoming is thee.

From the mountains climbed

And the river swam

Not only have I won but aced this exam. 

I am... I am...

I am at peace with myself.

I am the light within the dark

And the dark within the light.

I am.... I am....

I am the daughter that weeps at night

The sister that hates to fight.

I am the lone star that will shine forever bright.