Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••

The Queen

Darling, this girl needs no saving,

She is no damsel in distress,

She needs no fancy castle, dear,

To prove she's once a princess,

Her royal mark's not on her skin,

But in the way she walks with grace,

If confidence could have been drawn,

It must have looked just like her face,

For she's born with a wild heart,

But with a mind that could tame all,

Her words, the string to everything,

Her eyes, the blade piercing through walls,

Her hands were made for giving,

But also taking what she desires,

Her ears were made to listen,

To words she'll soon backfire,

But through all of these armors,

You'll find a diamond soul,

The kind you'd deem as delicate,

But more valuable than gold,

She'll be as strong as ever,

But she has weaknesses too,

For the bravest she can ever be,

Was for herself to be true,

And now here she comes alighting,

Her elegance bursting from within,

"Chin up," she says, "your crown might fall,"

Bow down before the queen