Born with a crown, silver spoon in my hand
But letters and scrolls, I couldn’t understand
“I’m a prince,” I said, “Can’t there be a way?”
But the truth hit hard when he turned to say—
“No royal road, no shortcut to know,
The seeds you plant are the ones that grow
The stairs are steep, but each one you climb
Builds a mind that outlives time.”
I tried to cheat, to skip the page
But wisdom never comes with age—
Unless you sweat, unless you try
That’s how stars are born in the sky
So now I rise with lessons learned
The slowest steps are where fire burned
What I earn with effort stays around
That’s the only way to wear a crown