If I Was His Queen
If he wanted me for his queen
I would hold every broken piece
softly gather all his doubts
and turn them into quiet strength
I would rule without a crown
with kindness as my only law
no need for power or command
just steady hands and open arms
If he wanted me for his queen
I would guard his fragile dreams
keep shadows from creeping close
and light the dark with simple truth
But I am not a queen today
just someone who hopes to be
a shelter in the storm he feels
a calm within the restless sea
If he wanted me for his queen
maybe love would find its way
through all the walls he’s built inside
and stay beyond the longest day
If he wanted me for his queen
I’d burn the stars to light his way
and stand beside him through it all
no fear, no doubt, no price to pay
If he wanted me for his queen
I’d lay my world beneath his feet
not for glory or for show
but because his heart was mine to keep
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