The Queen she sits,
Upon her throne.
Surrounded yet,
She's lost, alone.
The life inside,
This kingdom, cruel.
To one who'd love,
She give the jewel.
The prescious one,
That is her heart.
To take her from,
This pain, impart,
The knowledge of,
A life divine.
Of warmth and passion,
And bright sunshine.
Lift her spirit,
So subdued.
Free her from,
This servitude.
A lonely life,
To be a Queen.
She's not as happy,
As she seems.
� Copyright 2001 Dreambeliver.
