| Losing her Thorne
Just as they always do, the queen fell Into the depths of despair She just sits there tearing out her pretty hair And no saves her, or hears her cries This Queen knows that alone she will die Indeed all alone she will die Darkness blots out the sun of day No room for mistake no time to play And even if she�d found a way She wouldn�t let her self have it any way Built up to fail, praised to be discouraged The queen is alone, and yes, quite will established To be no one, to have nothing at all Destine to plunge, to fall and fall And no one heard her pleas at all And now she�s fallen so far There is no reaching her The clock plays games ticking and tocking She knows the at her door no one will be knocking Lonely becomes a way of life these days And once she dies she knows she�ll find her place Perhaps that would wipe the tears from her face The last breath of life she thinks what a waste To live so much and never really taste The truth of love, of life, or freedom And in horror she screams what have I become As she exhales the crown does fall She wasn�t a queen after all Darkness intrudes where the light once grew And now the day she must rue |