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