No Crown I wear, no scepter I bear
But everywhere I stride, I leave sparkling glory everywhere
No purple robe to clothe me, nor valiant mare to ride
But I ride on the Wings of the Wind, and tread on the ocean’s tide
I dwell not in a castle nor palace,
I have never led armies against the wiles of Malice
But with my diamond spirit, I resist my foes
And work my magical nature to dispel the world’s woes.
Throne I own not, servants I do not command,
But I can do wonders with just my two hands
I may toil, I may sweat, I may cry and bleed,
But the glory of the work accomplished is the heart of the deed
I know I am royal not by blood, nor heir to any nobility
I am heir to a kingdom far away, and regal in my human dignity
I was crowned at my baptism, and given the scroll to Life
I gained a King as a Father, a Mentor in the times of strife
How do I keep this status in such a dirty world?
My garment clean, with Evil in his wickedness unfurled
I fear not, for I hear that voice within me ring
“You are a princess, my dear; the daughter of the King!”
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