I wear a tiara of self love over my head.And sway my hands off to the shadow of doubt.This love teaches me, how do I love me in my worst days,And embrace my scars with the colours of gay.
I wear stars as a pretty attire,With a make-over of courage.Such that when the darkness follows my way,The dazzling stars will be my light.
I wear a stud of ego on my nose,A little one, that will not let my esteem low.This would lift me when I fall,Down where my standard was.
I wear the beads of kindness round my neck,And keep it close to my heart.So, I become warm and generousGiving and taking love.
All set I go,Chasing my fantasies I grow.Unboxing the magic of life,Dressed pretty I go...