Aadya

I was told the right will always win

That goodness grows beneath the skin

They said the kind will never fall

Then why do monsters own it all?

Where was the world they said I'd find?

So full of peace, so warm, so kind?

Why does the truth taste bitter and cold?

Why are the heroes selfish and old?

Were the tales just a beautiful hoax

Were the stories just age old folks

Is really this all just a illusion

Or am I the one in delusion?

Maybe it all was just a lie

Maybe not, let’s hope not die

So I’ll be kind though no one sees,


And plant soft words like fragile trees.

The legends may not all be lie

Some perhaps be planted to better the ties


And maybe now it’s up to me

They said you have your rights now

Yet she asks before she speaks

And he who speaks with a raised brow

Is listened to when he seeks

They say she is free to chase her dreams

But keeping her duties in her sight

She works herself to bursting seams

And still make tea just right

They cheer her on to take the lead

Then pull her back as she grows

Be bold they say then whisper

Not too much it shows

She is told to rise, but with his advice

To win but to never disobey

The system still survives you see

You like people for their qualities and You love them despite some of their qualities.