Changing

Life is fickle

Always changing,

rearranging

 

Once I was a Queen,

proud of my people,

now reduced to being feeble

 

There’s always a chance

You can be redeemed,

even if that’s not how it seemed

 

Take up the lance,

Strike a blow for glory

You can rescue your story

 

However it changes

Whatever you become

Always know you are the one

 

who makes the exchanges:

You are in control

of your own soul.

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