I am tired of being the lovesick girl
   with flowers laced throughout her hair
   and a heart made of painted porcelain
I can be beauteous and innocent and good
   without being weak
   without waiting for a man who is half as
   brave and honorable as I
No, I am tired of waiting
So I will become something else
    Someone else
    The someone who I have been all along
I will become a girl made of fire, and i look for
    The one who can temper my flames
I will weave lightning into a crown
    And strike down those unworthy of my storm
And I will forge that porcelain heart into
     One made of gold
     One made of iron
     One made of steel
     One that is strong enough to be my own
Because I may long for romance
      But I am no longer its pawn
I am one part sunshine and one part shadow
      Equal parts heaven and hell
And if Persephone is queen of both life and death
      There is nothing stopping me from being a queen       as well