My Crown

My crown,

It says so much about me.

My beauty my self image, speaks;

"This is what I'm all about."

"Who am I?",,, "and what do others see",,, inside of me…

I dress me in a tiara, so shinny, sparkle with diamonds

I'm royalty.

Princess, or Queen,

I choose,

Royal Blood flows through my veins.

And when I look in the mirror

And see that it's all gone

Thinning with every stroke I brush is falling to the floor.

"Don't cry" I think to myself, "we all fall down but we get up"!

Smile as I come to the conclusion its all for my own good.

I fight the good fight

I've come through the biggest of storms.

I lost my crown and my voice what good am I now.

But see,

There is a bigger crown than you and I could wear,

A stronger voice, that's loud enough for the entire world to hear.

A bigger plan,

For me, to live through,

And speak again on this day.

I'm still alive, and my hair is long

And it doesn't rule me

I need to be here not just for myself

But for those who I hold so dear

Fulfilling my destiny for Him

Who had saved me?

My Father, who is in heaven….

My crown,

My Hair,,,