Every Hour

Regal within her rags
They are her own
She sits upon her throne
A rusted chair

Animals sit beside her
Quietly softly Listen
Calmly stare
Mindfully aware

A passenger
On a spinning Planet
In an infinite universe
No song can convey
The Significance of this verse

For all the Queens &
Kings who never were
Forever humble
Our throne is eternal
The heavens are Ours
The Lord doth Bless Us
Every Hour

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