not every
Q u e en
asks for a King,
but Kings sure do ask for
q u e e n s!

don't label what i do as wrong,
because what you do
is what i can't
consider
r i g h t

if everything is just a memory,
tell me if i am
worthy of
that time
where you think of me
or in the end,
even when your heart
thinks of me, is really just a memory

looking up at the sky,
wishing to be a part of is
what we all dream of—
then come those
who stitch up their feathers to fly;
to prove that you can own that sky
with your efforts
rather than chillin'
if we really desired for the sky,
we had been one of those
but sadly, we can't make a difference
though it's not late