Daughter of The King

They tell me I'm too young
Tell me I'm not beautiful
I'm not good enough
I'm not worth nothin at all

Tell me I'm dream too much
I got my head in the clouds
Maybe I'm just hopin
Fr something better than what I see now

A world where every girl knows

The Maker of skies
The Maker of seas
The Maker of every beautiful thing
He made you, made you too

The mountain high
The river wide
He tells the sun when to set and rise
He made you, made you too

You're a daughter of the king
So tell me what does that make you?

So put your shoulders back
Don't you know that you're beautiful?
You don't got tell em that
Just walk around like you know

And if you see your sister
Looking like she forgot
Like her dreams got crushed
Better remind her

I'm sorry if nobody ever told you
Or if they treated you like it wasn't true
Dark or light, thin or wide
You are precious in His sight
And He loves you, He really loves you
So I gotta tell you
I just gotta tell you