The mighty Queen

Another kid born in the gutter
Without A father, just his mother
Just him and his brothers'

Born and raised in the slums
With Juicy and withered days
Like raisins and plums

Many ups and plenty downs
Shiny Smiles and dingy frowns
Yet she still held it down

Miracles is what she made
Love is what she gave
And because of that, he loves her every day

Never a dark home
Except in a thunderstorm
she raised 3 and still kept the lights on

Her love, an endless endeavor
He holds on to her forever
wishing she could live forever

How can someone so praiseful
And Someone so special
Become so painful

Aware that he too will pass one day
He smiles and enjoy the times today
He will see her again, in the future one day

She Turned boys into men
Then Princes into kings
All hail the mighty queen