Moments ago in a place called never
On a stage of fear, a frightening fever
Not a minute passed from an hour
In a glimpse of the past that time devoured
Came a man from an unknown movement
And spoke to a few but in the case of disappointment

Made a sense of loneliness for accurate reason
And sang the ballads made from every season
Reached into the crowd and talked about she who he adores the most
The prettiest face for which he could not stop to boast
Her name was never heard before by many
As a matter of fact, you can't compare her to any.

A** woman of such passion and grace
Betrothing every man from their pace
Reigning, a zesty reign
Every king would give her a crown and palace again and again
Now the man stopped from his speech
In a surprising twist, he began to teach
Calmed the people, he started to preach
And that wraps it up, just another story from a man off the beach