There was a kingdom built by hands
Fragile as shells on silver sands
Still it rose with sovereign light—
A quiet realm in the heart of night
We crowned the hours with gentle eyes
Folded our vows into soft sunrise
Even the storms that shook our reign
Left golden ripples after rain
Palaces formed from whispered breath
Walls unbroken by life or death
Every silence became a gate
Where souls could enter without weight
Though worlds may shift and skies divide
This little nation stays inside
A tender republic stitched in blue—
My heart my world still lives with you