How high do you want your crown to be?
A big head, hopes, dreams, wishes, or a word to the sun
that everything it touches belongs to me
So let it be written, so let it be done
As I will go the distance
without exception, excuse or edict
Where truth has always found admittance
Read it, See it, Believe it
Like you were stoned by God himself
Or she wasn’t a princess, an angel, a goddess but a girl
who could fly as high, and was as deep as any nuke in the Commonwealth
And yet the world
Is hers, yours, mine… am I a fool
Weighed, and measured, found wanting to rule
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