She's running, running, running,
Running as fast as she can,
to never obey herself under other people's will.
She's not waiting for the knight in shining armor, she's looking a sword.
She cuts and slashes, refusing to bow to anyone who's stopping her.
Not every girl is made up of vanilla, candy, chesse, all these sweet stuff.
Some girls are born with steel and iron into her bones.
Courage is carved into their spine, freedom into their blood,
untamable.
What truly changes someone's fate,
is not luck,
but courage.
