A myth as old as can be
That is often sung or said like poetry
About a young filly, as free as can be
And her journey, to find a key

Not key that you put into a lock
But one where happiness, it will unlock
As this myth grows old, and nopony cares anymore
Then we shall see this young filly soar.

And no, Arell Knight is anything but that filly.
In fact, she's more like a phsycotic weirdo who has a problem with drinking too much caffeine and is actually a fully-grown mare.
We can live in hope, can't we?