Her world is gone.

Depression has begun to spawn.

Her all and her everything,

Her prince charming, her king.

He's not returning home,

Back to his queen and his throne.

He tells her he doesn't know,

When he can return, he says with woe.

Now the queen sits waiting for him,

Her faith and her spirit become dim.

But she must not lose hope,

For she must be strong and cope.

He would want her to move on,

But she won't, even though he's gone.

The queen holds fast to her love,

Knowing this is exactly what its made of.

Love is everlasting and pure,

And in order to love you must be mature.

The queen is just that indeed,

She now feels relieved and freed.

Cause one day she knows for sure,

That the king will come home once more.