• There was once a girl named Sanaro
    Sanaro was tall and thin with long silver hair
    she could slay any monster with just one hand
    Sanaro was strong and swift with a sword in hand,

    Sanaro loved dresses but never had the chance
    she was graceful and kind boys didn't have a chance
    in her mind she flowed with the music
    in her mind she danced with her love,

    Sanaro forever woke up from her Fantasies
    with the voice of the king who praised her
    waking up to the praise of the whole world
    she left to fight another monster
    who will meet their fate,
    Facing the dreadful monster
    half dead she lunged toward the monster
    with a thin string of life left
    Sanaro Killed the Horrible monster,

    Waking up she finds herself
    in a puddle of crimson red blood
    she can't move or cry for help
    for once in her life
    Sanaro was alone with tears
    running down her face,

    Lying in the white room
    Sanaro was covered in white wrapping
    looking to the foot of her Futon
    she finds people crying
    over the death of their great protector,
    Sanaro