I thought it was about time
I crawl out my den of shadows
Out of the nest I've made myself
From bed covers and pillows
It was certainly time right?
To stand and pull myself together
And clean up the mess I've made
Those horns and halos left scattered
Tidy up, organize, pick up pieces
Rearrange, throw away the gloom
Myself then within the corners
Of my mind and of my room
I put on my favorite pastel dress
And good old ebony laced boots
I unlock the frozen shut doors
And silence my inner disputes
Blasting music to allow myself
To embarrassingly sing off key
Walk without my crown falling off
And to strut and dance like a tree
Walking with poise as if royalty
On mere common pathways
With a smile like never before
Prepared to face the coming days