
At night the sun still shines
It’s always there even when your low
On the other side of the world
A faint glow
Lower than a Deep wave in the ocean
Rivers steady flow through mountains high and low
The sun rises once again
Letting the light come in erasing dreams wrote
Behind bars un seen
But there
Scared to escape
Scared to step out on faith
There’s a desire
A fire
Like a
A pyro feign trying to escape
Yelling in a cell of cold hell
I will burn all this sh*t down for my light to gleam
I am the Queen, King
Title belongs to materialized things
Titles belong to the worthy and not the privilege
Their copied image repeats the same view
A Façade if only you knew
No wonder why I never like being part of the
“We’re better than you crew”
From people that look like me and you
They hide the truth
When the Beauty gets old
And all the glamour fades
The beautiful soul stays


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