Do not assign me a value
Do not give me a face
I will not stand for this country
As a quiet girl, so commonplace
My mind does not buy you clothes
My heart will not make you rich
But by God I will be worth far more
Than the economy claims to enrich
I am the daughter of a worthy King
So I refuse to humbly bow
Before this world and their brainless ideals
Not then, not ever, not now
Watch me closely for soon I will be gone
With my generation as we run past
We are sick of being pocket change
As puppets we cannot last
So wave goodbye to this triumphal march
Dip your head and curtsy
I march to the beat of a different drum
Knowing God will give us mercy
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