The Gifted
9/78, a queen was born.
On that day,
Angels sung to the sound of a trumpet horn.
Survival and the struggles
prepared me for the storms.
Putting broken pieces back together
to a life that was torn.
I believe in Angels, fairy's,
I believe in unicorns.
I believe in God's word.
I believe that I'm the chosen one
not the second or third.
I believe that wishes really do come true.
I believe I myself.
I believe I you.
Life hasn't been pleasant.
I'm destine to succeed.
I'm not a follower in the crowd.
It's the crowd that I lead.
I've been chained down for so long.
Now, I'm finally freed.
From the beginning
God already planted my seed.
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