Her little eyes crave for the light,
They want to count stars in the dark night.
Her little feet want to run fast,
They want to break free from the walls of Past.
Her little face wants to draw a smile,
She wants to keep giggling often in a while.
Her beautiful hair craves to fly,
Much like her vision to touch the sky.
Her busy fingers hold the pen very strong,
They are ready to write a History 100 pages long.
She whose...