Verse 1 They called her Sleeping Beauty, but the old tale hid the scars, A sleeping girl betrayed beneath a kingdom full of stars. A king stole what was never his, then left her with the blame, And history dressed up her pain and barely spoke her name. Verse 2 She woke to find a life had changed while she had been asleep, A body carrying consequences from a wound buried deep. The king had fathered children through a betrayal cold and cruel, While his jealous wife saw innocent lives as something she could use. Verse 3 She wasn’t born for somebody’s crown, possession, bed, or throne, And motherhood could never make that violation her own. She carried children born from violence, yet loved them all the same, And slowly learned that what was done to her could never be her shame. Verse 4 The queen demanded bloodshed, but Aurora found a way, She fought to keep her children safe and live another day. She walked away from poisoned halls where fear controlled the night, And learned survival wasn’t weakness—it was evidence of fight. Verse 5 Then one night she found a pole beneath the velvet light, And moved like every broken piece was learning how to fight. Her heels became her armor, every step became a claim, “This body is my body now—you’ll never own my name.” Verse 6 She learned to strut with shoulders back and breathe into her soul, To turn each scar into a story, every tremble into control. She wasn’t dancing for the king, the queen, or anybody’s eyes, She danced because her body finally belonged to her sunrise. Verse 7 She stopped calling herself broken and began to call herself awake, She learned that healing isn’t straight and strength can bend and break. Some nights she cried, some nights she rose, some nights she simply breathed, But every morning proved again the life she chose was hers to keep. Verse 8 Her children watched their mother turn her sorrow into flame, Not hiding from her history, but rewriting what it meant. She taught them love is never force, and power isn’t control, And nobody gets to steal another person’s body, heart, or soul. Verse 9 So when Aurora takes that stage, the room can feel her rise, A survivor in her stilettos with the fire in her eyes. She doesn’t dance to prove she’s healed—she dances because she’s free, The girl they put to sleep survived… and woke up as she. Chorus — after every 2 verses I woke up, I rose up, I took my power back, Turned every scar into a map and every wound into a track. You may have written “Sleeping Beauty,” but you don’t decide my story, I found my body, found my voice—now watch me dance in my own glory. Final Chorus I woke up, I rose up, no crown can own my name, The ashes of the woman I was became my healing flame. You tried to make my story one of silence, shame, and sorrow, But I’m Aurora—I’m awake—and I’m choosing my tomorrow.
