Take. It. Off.
What if I don’t want to? I don’t care. Take it off.
It’s time to take off your cloak and hang it up.
No.
Yes.
I’m not ready- but baby you are ready.
It’s time to close the book and move on into the sequel.
You can’t hide in your cloak anymore. You can’t see the mountains if they are covered by your overly big hood.
I took it off, now I’m cold and naked.
That’s okay, baby. Its time to shine. People need to see the Queen that you are.
Baby, they don’t know your the Queen under all of that cloak that you constantly wear.
Take it off and run wild threw the woods and show them the Queen you are.
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Jen Phillips
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