Maybe if my head was a gavel
& I banged it on a sound block
my thoughts would be hushed
The jury in my ear
giving me their verdicts
as if they'll sin no more
Knowing that as soon as I listen
they'll be out that door
to swim in alcohol or fly in drugs
I don't judge them
knowing they're all just like me
looking for acceptance
& a place, I admit that I am guilty.
I plead the filth of giving my all
hoping that you would accept me
& make me your queen.
Hoping that my place in this world
was somewhere upon your throne.
I bowed to you...
as a servant not realizing
that I myself, am already a royalty.
Beautiful and reining truthfulness & hope
to where ever my kingdom stretches.
Now, you bow!
For everything isn't as it seems.
Thought you were a king
but you are merely a merchant
taking hearts in exchange for self-fulfillment.