You hang your head low, because you feel inferior So your crown has fallen, but little do you know that you are truly superior You have become discouraged, so you pray to the gods to return all your might and courage
So you cover the scratches Wipe away all the fallen tears from your lashes And polish the jewels of your fallen crown You decide to no longer look down
Only true queens know that sorrow won't last long Pick up your fallen crown and return to your rightful place upon your thrown
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