The Servant Queen

And they love her cause she's beautiful
But they hate her for her vanity
And they pick apart every syllable
While they paint her for a tragedy

Every night they hear her cry
Every day they watch her bleed
But turn around and close their eyes
Pretending they cannot see

Forgot all her dreams
It's not what it seems
Sleeping beside such a king
Come light she'll smile
But all the while
She's the martyr for their greed

Copyright 2006

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