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The Queen

All the night she hear her parents fight, -and come the morn the storm has yet to die. Tears upon a cheek, is how no child should be. It's so hard sometimes, watching it unwind. -But when the sun has set, and it's time for bed, she goes to sleep, and in her dreams, she becomes a Queen. Oh, yes, she becomes a Queen. It'll be ok, trust me, one day she'll be free, 'cause I believe, she will see, that she is a Queen. Someday, she will be The Queen. All the day she slave until she weak, -juggling responsibilities. Emptiness inside, is no kind of life. It's so hard sometimes, to take things in stride. -But when the sun has set, and it's time for bed, she goes to sleep, and in her dreams, she becomes a Queen. Oh, yes, she becomes a Queen. It'll be ok, trust me, one day she'll be free, 'cause I believe, she will see, that she is a Queen. One day, she will be The Queen. All the afternoon you woo my eye, -everyday I watch you pass me by. Things inside my soul, you may never know. It's so hard sometimes, finding the right lines. -But before this song ends, one thing must be said, listen to me, you're what I need, would you be my Queen? Oh, yes, would you be my Queen? I would bow down on one knee, for your majesty, 'cause I believe, to be complete, you must be The Queen. Just say, you will be my Queen. I'll say it one more time, before I say goodbye. You can do anything, be anyone you like. -Just believe, in yourself, you'll see, you can be a Queen. I believe... You will be The Queen.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/6/2009 5:21:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry today and will be back to read more of it soon David. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/5/2009 1:34:00 PM
Neat writing. Keep writing. Sara
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