A dream is born...
The day she left home,
Knowing she will live her life alone,
She tried to make her heart a stone.
To stop her tears from falling down,
To control herself not to make a sound.
She dream to wear a crown,
And now in a rusty Bus she's bound.
Her Mother's words can't change her mind,
Wanting to be the grand finalist of Miss World her brain is blind.
How she imagine herself wearing a beautiful tiara,
A fabulous gown and cigarette heel.
A nice hair-do with matching make up and waterproof mascara
And believing herself for any questions she can answer.