The Crown
The Crown
She was born small and weak
a little girl who very soon would be able to speak
a little girl raised with love and care
this little girl is an heir.
For you see, her mother is a queen and her father a king,
a beautiful partnership that was able to bring
forth a little baby, stong and brave
this little girl would not be a slave.
She would not be opressed she would not be crushed
she would not be beaten to the ground and then be hushed
this little girl has shed tears
this little girl has fears.
The world has knocked her down
and tried to take away her crown
they tried to take away her hope
hoping to lead her on a downward slope.
But she was strong
many tried to do her wrong,
but she always comes out on top
and all that hate and negativity eventually will drop.
Her strength requires true gritf
she has taken hit after hit,
but yet she remains intact
and she will remain that way, take it as a fact!
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