The books are all dusty
it's lonely and empty.
She's angry and sleepless again.
Her prince is so weary,
he bought her some jewellery,
but nothing can save her today.

Far away, there's a tree.
It is owned by a King,
it's fruit is miraculous.
They need only to get to it
and wait for the desolate
days to pass.  Blessings will come.

For the King, He is good
and loves like He should
Then shall three become more
Far above all the trees
where pain and sorrows cease
there, the home is complete.