Royal Enough

A defiant anthem for dreamers who rule without gold or crowns.

We wear the crowns of city lights,
our thrones are cracked apartment floors,
we sip on dreams instead of wine,
and count the stars through broken doors.

Gold lives in songs we hum at night,
not in the rings on someone’s hand,
we trade our glory for a spark,
a paper flame that tries to stand.

No crystal ball, no diamond glare,
no jet-plane hum to drown our cries,
just static from a radio,
and rain that whispers lullabies.

They say we’ll never touch the sky,
that kings are born, not made from clay,
but we build empires out of breath,
and rule the night our own damn way.

So keep your marble, keep your fame,
your velvet ropes and silver rules,
we’re common blood with louder hearts,
and that’s the crown they’ll never rule.

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