SHE WAS THE GIRL WITH MILLION WORTH OF DREAMS

She was a bright star from the start  
brave and proud  
had courage and grace  
fierce  
focused  
very stubborn but never lost sight  
she knew what  
whom she wanted to be.  
 
Made cautious choices in her life  
no unnecessary play with the hawks
gossip  
jealous and games she let them sly  
she keep her mind right  
she knew what  
whom she wanted to be.  
 
Burn midnight oil in her studies  
graduated first in her class  
got a good job was okey for a start  
a good man fine one for life  
after years of ups and down  
the puzzle finally had fit like  
she knew what  
whom she wanted to be.  
 
An year down the line  
she now questions and cry  
it is fine but this is not quite like  
she knew  
whom she wanted to be.  
 
She was almost the face of commercials  
now her modelling is hanged dry.  
the job pays the bill but she forgot that wasn't her career.  
The book,always halfway,she is yet to deliver  
Volunteer and charities work no long much in her mind  
love life check but even has been with so much trials  
Everything in her life is beneath what  
she knew  
whom she wanted to be.  
 
She had  glamour and style  
fans who each day plied what is it or who she had worn.  
Would research far and wide  
always informed on what new winds blew  
she used to dance and whirl  
long journeys,adventures under the sun would fill her with bliss.  
Now she stroll around in flats and faded jeans  
from home to work work to home is the routine  
Her scent and image okey.  
Okey used to be mediocre and  not what  
she knew  
whom  she wanted to be.  
 
she feels trapped she say  
all her mission and visions are slowly on a vanish line  
she withers each day more  
suffocating in this box that's now her life  
a plight not close to what  
she knew  
whom she wanted to be.  
 
She wanted to soar higher than the skies  
explore beyond borders and sanity  
be more than most could ever be.  
She was the girl with million worth of dreams  
the one with fire in her eyes  
sadly she can no longer list the much  
she knew  
whom she wanted to be.