On her head was a crown of thorns
And on her finger a ring of gold.
But her heart was encaged by steel
While her will was made of iron.
What God has put together
Let no man put asunder.
She would not kneel
She will never obey
She was born to rule.
On her head was a crown of thorns
While her will was made of iron.

 © 2018 Kim Cong