The Queen

The doors open and she steps inside.

With all eyes upon her there's no way to hide.

The Queen must do this dance, it's required, she is bound;

to the people, to the parties, to the World upside down.

Her heart she wears boldly on the sleeve of her gown.

But her true heart, you see, it is deep in her chest.

It hides all of the pain, all the fear, the distress.

She is bound to the people, to the kingdom, to all…

they will not let her wobble, they will not let her fall.

But she cannot disappoint. She’s not allowed to be human.

No problems or dramas, perfection, perform ma’am.

For you are the Queen, you must please the crowd…

submit to their will and do not stand out.

Serve them you must, it’s your bound obligation.

Your duty can’t waiver, they need your attention.

The people are yours, you belong to them all.

If they fall apart, the whole kingdom falls.

But the Queen cannot fall, she is not allowed.

She must stand on her head, so tall and so proud.

Stand up to the struggles, the heartbreak, the outcry…

Stoic in grace, your poise lifts them up high.

What could you want? It is not yours to ask…

Without a King in the land, the knights won’t take up lance.

Chivalry is dead, while maidens bathe in the fountains.

Undone is the world, the Queen must move mountains.

Do it alone, no king is allowed. Stand tall on the throne, perfect and proud.

Don’t show your heart, unless you offer it in service

To the wounds of another,

Because as Queen…. That’s your bliss.