• Don't ask me to change,
    I was made perfect.
    If you try to change me,
    you aren't even worth it.
    As a spider on the wall,
    I spin my webs my way.
    Strands of sliky wonder,
    I'm another a peice of fae.
    Not a simple spider,
    but a child that I am.
    I have my ups and downs,
    my lion and my lamb.
    I paint my skies my colors,
    and I'm proud to show them.
    But they stay how I created,
    I move my stars for no one.