Fairytale To Scar

I saved a gift for my future prince A gift that can only once be given, But stolen from me, I can only cry Who wants a used, discarded wench? Vendettas, anger contrived my soul Filled where once had been a heart. A dead man's walk became my life The selfish attack now takes its toll. I, first, too young to understand The brand, The Mark, was placed on me... Confused with doubt, no sense of worth The Maker's virtue, no longer at hand. The dream that wasn't Their's to take Now haunts my nightmares, endlessly. Vulnerable, hurt, once innocent, naive Left to a path that I must fake. Turn back the clock, Just one more chance! To choose a different destination A prince to come, to rescue me... No. Trust only myself. Alone. I dance.