If my tears fall from my Manchuria face
onto the white pillows, as you leave
do you think I would forget you
would these tears be for you

Those times you told me
told me of your love for me
yet here I cry on silken pillows
as my heart that you promised

You made me your vengeful princess
and father I will make a bee line to you
I can't wait for you to feel sisterhood
and all that motherhood can do

Let the gentle winds **** my hate
for what is the point of hating
should not love kind and pure
fill the hearts of all the just who endure

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris