She knew she lost a king
When all she had around her
were slaves acting like kings
Loving her body instead of her soul
Spoiling her with money and material things
instead of dressing her finger with Gold
Force feeding her fantasy
instead of creating a better reality
Her heart in pieces
she left them all to go love herself again
In loving herself she found herself a king
Willing to take her in
Wounded and destroyed
He vowed to make sure she never cried again