Living Without a Wish

Tell of your unspoken and profound anguish before the thickest night shadows vanish, let light return as dawn brings in new happy tunes; rekindle the lost flame of youth while spring blooms! Find that court troubadour from distant France, he can write another song and make you dance, why waste tears that will dry up as light rain, when your wish can be used as a pretty refrain? This castle cannot offer you freedom and joy, its walls are as impregnable as his might; a faithful queen stands by her king as a sky lit by bright moonlight... should you avoid the strong temptation that lured Helen of Troy? Tell of your unspoken and profound anguish.... what's the sense of living without a wish?