Pretty little girl wants to be a queen

She wears a crows made of tears

But she is afraid that with all she's seen

That she will only be able to count her fears

My queen is holding on, pale at the thought of bullies

But listen, if they come, I will wage war

People that hate have weakened their pulleys

And my love, there is no need for your heart to be sore

My queen, you will rule not your fears but your smiles

It won't matter when we are out of this place

And I will be there all the miles

Hold my hand, love, and I will help you look fear in the face