Glass ceiling.
I will shatter it, and their frown, for all to see.
The gold pieces will rain down, the honey of bees to save and free.
The sun of a searing seed, like Merovee, I will royally raze this slave tree.
I will shatter it, and their frown, for all to see.
The gold pieces will rain down, the honey of bees to save and free.
The sun of a searing seed, like Merovee, I will royally raze this slave tree.