Across the room beauty I see
In the eyes of a very young Queen
She wears her crown made of glass,
while shes hiding away in the corner of the class

I wish I could stop the tears not yet seen,
In these foggy eyes of My Queen.
She bends her head in her hands,
to give into the screams coming from deep
within her broken soul

I wish I could catch the tears rolling down her cheak,
hopelessly
Caused by a brake in the heart of a teen.

How dare he say goodbye
Turning his back on the eyes that wants him to stay.
The eyes that will drown if he walks away