The Crown
I made a flower crown
Placed it on my head
Thinking of a Queen
And the weight her crown
Put upon her neck
Enough to break her.
My crown was fragrant, light, beauty
Hers was a whole other story
And I looked in my eyes
I know all my stories
And all my hurts
I know who I am
And the crown meant something to me
And the Queen ~ it meant much to her
And she led generations with grace
I don't have many to lead
But may I love them with all I have
Serve them through generations
Serve them
Love them
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