The Heart of a King,
Behold, he is looking,
For his Queen.
Wait, he stops,
Look this way,
I have found a poor,
Queen this day.
She is bold, as bold, as can be,
I will hold,
I will await the key.
When I find it,
In, upon my knee.
Then maybe, just maybe,
We will see,
No delusion,
Is she under,
No pressure does she feel,
She holds on to her head,
And does but kneel.
The heart of the brave,
Can not be brought,
No money, can be sought.
A Queen.
