It’s not the title, nor the crown that counts. It’s not the weight that’s lost that really amounts. It’s not the make-up or the gown that you wear, Or the shape of your build, or the length of your hair. You see, the growth of a Person is all done inside. It’s nothing stockings or make-up can hide, The real preparation is done in the mind. It’s leaving your fear and your faults all behind. It’s lifting your soul to a place that’s far seen. It’s molding a girl to the height of a Crown. It’s hard and it’s work. It’s not easily done. But when the pageant is through and the lights are turned down, You’ll know you’re a winner and you will have your crown. You see, all crowns are made different. It’s really an art. Yours can be rhinestones, or the growth of your heart!!!! |
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