A Crown Set Down
The truth makes your heart hurt. You kneel down and place your shiny crown on the page boy's head.
"Be kind," you whisper. Then you climb on a soft brown horse and ride away. The sun is warm. You smile, free at last.
The truth makes your heart hurt. You kneel down and place your shiny crown on the page boy's head.
"Be kind," you whisper. Then you climb on a soft brown horse and ride away. The sun is warm. You smile, free at last.