Wow! First post of December, This was originally a song idea but I like it as a poem. hopefully you will too.
With my voice and my hands
This throne was a chair
Before I gave it a purpose
Look what I have done
In this borrowed hour
These walls were unfulfilled
Until they had something to protect
Look! Look! Look!
This hall was empty
Empty before me
Now full without shame
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