There’s a shadow
A dullness
A darkness that lurks.
A misfit
A bandit
A home at its worst.
There’s a mess
A stampede
A lost set of keys…
A door that won’t open
A Queen on her knees.
Begging and pleading for a life
Unlike this…
Where love and forgiveness is endless, pure bliss.
She seeks
And she searches…
Her strength it emerges.
She screams and she yells
She whispers the verses.
Today and tomorrow are each filled with sorrow,
She knows not what to do but her heart she must follow.
In the end she will choose only the moments that matter,
For her heart filled with love no longer can shatter.