The crown of my head is now ordained in snow white,
The markings of the stress and strife based in this world and life.
You said you would crown me in glory,
But all I see is a “Crown of Worry.”
Forgive me, for I have not trusted,
My crown shows this world is all but busted.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 10:32 PM UTC
The crown of my head is now ordained in snow white,
The markings of the stress and strife based in this world and life.
You said you would crown me in glory,
But all I see is a “Crown of Worry.”
Forgive me, for I have not trusted,
My crown shows this world is all but busted.
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