Would be bride

Rushing on the road with the bunch of forms
Signing that letters like a daily norms
With that unstoppable dreams dancing with the storms...
Its not a tale but a thriving record
Shes a queen with the brand new sword
But she gets arrested by the mindless dealing
Seize with the ring by the worthless feeling
The sword suddenly gets disappear
Now its just a fairy with the silent steer
By burning all those dreams she enormously cried
Returned from the dream land that she really wants to ride
Now with that endeavor mission
She is the "would be bride"