My Lady

I’m the lady  give your kingdom
          Bury in ashes barely made the history

I’m the lady bring you soup
            Iron your collar and stamped 
As you choose another beautifull  lady

I’m the lady died  to give live
           Condemn as  cold as desert 
           Called  hore yet  accepted as quein
 Burned as witches in flame of innocence
               As you fought unforgiving war

I’m the lady so lonely as  give my penny
          Cry for alimony  to nourish children
I’m the lady learned and accept 
          Changed what  I touched  make a difference

I’m the lady  learned to climb to knit my soul
I’m the lady for dime in hand glamour a land
Yet many hounted dreams in daisy land


Reyhan Yucebay

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