Dust-worn, all forlorn
They don’t know you like I do.
You’re a princess in disguise, my dear
like in those fairytales? Yeah, she’s always
Beautiful and you can’t bring her down
No matter how ash-covered
Or how much sackcloth you wear
Your light shines through, concentrated from that
starstudded moonkissed Godblessed tiara on your
sweet, sweet head.

If they could see the real true you
They’d be struck dumb, numbed with awe at the sight of
A pure shining daughter of the King,
Not by virtue or by striving but by simple grace,
And that’s why you can stand proudly tall.

You’re worth no less than a galaxy to me,
Even though nobody might see why or how.
’s alright, I know.
I see the strands of ethereal silver woven into your hair,
Your soft glowing radiating light
Your mark of celestial royalty,
and I know.

And you can’t keep you down no more than I can catch a star
Because you know what, dear?

You are stellar.