I Beg To Be Me



Brought up with lace and grace

Manners of gold, hands to hold

A prince’s wife, for the rest of his life

Delicate flower, money holds  power

Dresses galore, a closet for more

And yet this child, never came wild

No chasing dreams, no wearing jeans

Cries every night, when no longer bright

“Let me be me, oh please”

Let me  out of my agony.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


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