A castle spun from fragile thread The walls are high, but it’s all in my head No flags wave here, no trumpets cry Just the murmur of me, myself, and I Who needs a throne when the sky is wide? Who seeks the crowd when the heart won’t hide? In the threadbare kingdom, I claim my space With every crack, I find my grace Each brick I lay with trembling hand A fortress built on shifting sand But still, I stand, the monarch proud Though the world outside grows ever loud