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The Queen

In the bitter cold i survived In the storms i learned to thrive, The night is my protector, stars are my sword The rays are my way and sun is my Lord. I havn't inherited the throne nor i am the heir of the crown And so a fighter i am till last of my breath drown, Slaying through the darkness i know the way to win I am not a princess 'coz i am born to be the queen! You make the rules but the game is always mine I know the tricks, so I'll be fine, With one play your world's gonna spin And you would see my victory quite fair and clean. For a solitary runner even two is a crowd Absorbed in vanity with head above the cloud You better look bow down and reap for your sin 'Coz can't you see the kingdom is one and so is the queen!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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