Your crown of glass lies on the floor
A broken circle, a silenced lore
Each shard reflects what you once were
A trembling queen, a fading blur

But from these fragments, sharp and cold
A new kingdom starts to unfold
Not built on gold or ancient throne
But on the strength you've always known

You thought it was the end
The final fall, the broken mend
But sometimes ruins hold the seeds
Of wild and unexpected creeds

Crown of glass, shattered, scattered
You thought it was the end of you
But from each piece, a new world's patterned
And from the ash, your spirit's renewed
No longer bound by fragile pride
No longer forced to run and hide
You rise, not as a queen this time
But as a storm, sublime

Let them see the broken things
The fallen crowns, the wounded wings
For in the cracks, the light now streams
And in the silence, you dare to dream
Not of the throne you used to keep
But of the depths you now can reach

Crown of glass, no more a cage
Your brokenness becomes your stage
A new kingdom rises from the floor
And you, are more than you were before

A crown of glass
A kingdom new
It was never about what broke
But what grew