Who's the Fairest of Them All
A girl standing still,
How beautiful she feels.
A reflection of herself on the wall,
She's the fairest of them all.
A mirror in firm shining silver,
Reflects beauty and fear.
That charm and strength she possess,
Her heart and soul the weakest.
But in the midst of fright,
She took a step, lift her head,
That boldness and poise,
Drew the glam she holds.
In the end, she's a stun.
Turning her head, flying her hair,
In a feeling of glee, she smiles.
Even for once in a while.
