She is a woman,
wearing her crown with pride.
Every word she speaks
echoes far and wide.

She wears a gown
as blue as the sky,
adorned with butterflies
whose spirit will never die.

People respect
the power of her crown.
They place their trust in her
and never let her down.

She carries their hopes,
their dreams, their future too.
That is what makes
a powerful ruler true.

But she is
a beautiful woman too.
She deserves to love
and to be loved too.

Her heart is warm,
overflowing with emotion.
Yet she was chosen
to lead the nation.

She is lonely,
very lonely,
alone.
Her heart
was never made of stone.

She has desires.
She has dreams—
a hidden life
that no one can see.

But she was chosen
to carry the cross.
The door to another life
forever was closed.

She cannot afford
to show weakness.
She was born
to lead the world.

She sacrificed
the life she longed for
to wear the crown
she was chosen for.

Love, joy and freedom—
she has none of them.
The crown and her kingdom
ride in tandem.

Behind the crown
is another life,
never allowed
to come alive.