Empress

Woe to thee with fearful eyes, their lighthouse is burning up and down goes the
ship in which they wasted their whole lives.
Cursed are tongues that speak in only can’t’s, and won’t’s, and oh,
what if the world went and died, left you buried in regrets.
You never kissed the ceiling.
Broke are feet with timid souls that only move an inch, no more.
No, don’t you even try to take a step the other way.
Useless are the hands the rule, they’re tightly bound, so fake, so full of fear
that someday they’re handed opportunity.
They never kissed the ceiling.
Blessed are the minds that need no disguise, that fly up o’er mountain.
Dance like an empress, you’ll impress them all. Unmask the beauty you’re given.
Shame to thee with harden hearts, feel for nothing, cry for none.
You’re own flesh and blood, ripped of life before your eyes.
Sickened are the selfish souls that spread disease to those with hope.
They steal away the ones that try to save the mess they’ve made.
They never kissed the ceiling.
Blessed are the minds that need no disguise, that fly up o’er mountain.
Dance like an empress, you’ll impress them all. Unmask the beauty you’re given.
And kiss the ceiling.
Woe to thee with fearful eyes, their lighthouse is burning up and down goes the
ship in which they wasted their whole lives.