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!
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