The world should have protected you,
But instead it has asked you to protect it
What an honor,
What an injustice

So many have come before you,
Their names have been lost to time.
Theres never any change
Always pain,
Always death

Little girls who needed a protector,
Grew up being shaped for war
What a blessing,
What a shame

The problem with becoming the hero you needed,
Is that it will never change the fact
That nobody came for you
Always regret,
Always regret

e.i