In a castle grand, six brothers tall,
By a wicked curse, they began to fall.
Feathers white, wings so wide,
From princes strong to swans, they glide.

A sister’s love, so pure and true,
Silent and strong, she knew what to do.

Six swans in the sky, flying free,
A sister’s vow, their only plea.
Through pain and tears, she sews the thread,
To bring them back, by love she’s led.

Six years of silence, not a word to speak,
With every stitch, her heart grew weak.
Misunderstood, but still she tried,
For her brothers’ sake, her tears she’d hide.

A fire burns, but hope won’t fade,
In her hands, their fate is laid.

Six swans in the sky, flying free,
A sister’s vow, their only plea.
Through pain and tears, she sews the thread,
To bring them back, by love she’s led.

The final stitch, the moment near,
With trembling hands, she wipes a tear.
Her silence breaks, the curse undone,
Six brothers stand, beneath the sun.

No longer swans, but brothers near,
Through sacrifice, the path is clear.
A family whole, love strong and bright,
Together they stand, in the light.