She tests her own being.
A legend loved by all.
With her and Lancelot betraying
Destiny, the kingdom would fall.
Can we rewrite love?
Can we rewrite scripture?
Can we rise above?
Can we find our picture?
My dear Guinevere,
No more nights of tears,
Make the right decision,
Please, my lady, my dear?
We had a perfect plan.
We should have rode,
We should have ran,
We should have never spoken again.
Tearing down her future
They would burn her at the stake
As love and loyalty shared no shelter
Their dreams together, they couldn't make
It's now too late
It's now time to cry
It's now the last goodbye
It's not like you didn't try
But lest we die...
My dear Guinevere,
You have nothing to fear,
Your Lancelot is here.
This love story will withstand the years.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
She tests her own being.
A legend loved by all.
With her and Lancelot betraying
Destiny, the kingdom would fall.
Can we rewrite love?
Can we rewrite scripture?
Can we rise above?
Can we find our picture?
My dear Guinevere,
No more nights of tears,
Make the right decision,
Please, my lady, my dear?
We had a perfect plan.
We should have rode,
We should have ran,
We should have never spoken again.
Tearing down her future
They would burn her at the stake
As love and loyalty shared no shelter
Their dreams together, they couldn't make
It's now too late
It's now time to cry
It's now the last goodbye
It's not like you didn't try
But lest we die...
My dear Guinevere,
You have nothing to fear,
Your Lancelot is here.
This love story will withstand the years.
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