and a lot of people on my way looking for you,

the one I want to call my King...

I’ve let a lot of things leave me,

some weren’t meant to be,

and some I did question saying maybe,

but I know it wasn’t meant to be...

Are you my King

or are you

an imposter fitting shoes

that don’t belong to you?

 If you let my words

leave my lips with a question

then I know you are not my answer,

therefore you are not my King...

I called you my King for one reason,

but you stood frozen with silence

not knowing you were a King,

never once did you answered my call,

so I know you are not my king...

I’m moving on,

if it seem’s I’m not looking,

say it’s not so when you know it’s true

because when my King

calls for his Queen,

I will be his answer

and the one to answer...

I know who I am,

and when I see my King,

I’ll know who he is...

I’ve passed up a lot of things

that I’ve questioned,

but the thing is,

I had no answer for the question,

so then to me,

he was not made for me, and

knowing who I am,

I know

I am a Queen...