I could try to weave
Or mince these words,
Through gritted teeth
So it won’t hurt,
Oh if only you had, dear,
When you dripped poison
In my ear.

You broke out my ghosts
And let them play,
So what I loved most
Was stripped away.
But I won’t cower from their laughter,
See death is first
And life comes after.

I wish I could say
You didn’t leave a mark,
But I’ll get through the day
And I’ll embrace the dark.
And when your kingdom crashes down
Don’t expect me
To be around.

See I’m carelessly cautious,
I’m Completely incomplete,
And isn’t it obvious
And isn’t it sweet.
I’m exactly how you wanted,
I’m not yours
But I’m still haunted.

I see the beauty.
The plants, animals, all life.
All of them moving in harmonious revolution.
One, two, three, infinity!

There i see the trinity, the trinity of life.
There is no struggle within it. There is no
existence of internal strife.

I feel this beauty, which is that of nature.
Streaming across my ears and eyes.
Something that likes to cater.

I see the allure of it all, this mysterious
attraction. The virtues of nature.
This connection of the three.

I smell the sweet scent.
I feel the omnipresent breeze.
I sense the resplendent power!
All that is symmetrical!
All that is power!

I designed it just for you
hoping never to use it.
A special place
in the kingdom of lost souls.
I have decorated it with
nothing but joyful memories
and I added even a sprinkle of forgiveness.
Forever far far away
our paths break apart.
I put high up in my kingdom
A mountaintop of golden grass
And us standing opposite each other
I never needed subjects
to rule the best part of the world.
I only needed a warm heart
that sometimes seems irreversibly frozen.
But then I go back to my special kingdom
and for a few moments
I look at all these special thrones.
The water of redemption must come
and the sun beams will instill life once again.
If the bleeding ever stops.

When we prefer the narrow gate
And tire of busy highways
We see the Kingdom come

When the master is the servant
And kneels to wash our feet
We see the Kingdom come

When the straggler is given preference
And the first steps to the back
We see the Kingdom come

When we serve the poor, the hungry
And take the stranger in
We see the Kingdom come.

When children are given pride of place
And followed as an example
We see the Kingdom come

When brother and sister are reconciled
While our offering is left to wait
We see the Kingdom come

When the temples are cleared of commerce
And prayer takes it rightful place
We see the Kingdom come

When the Sabbath serves the worshipper
Not the worshipper the Sabbath
We see the Kingdom come

When fragrant extravagance is applauded
And noses put out if joint
We see the Kingdom come

When the Creator's light is lifted up
And the Son is no longer hidden
We see the Kingdom come

She is a queen
A queen without a crown
Not because she can't
But because she don't need one

A queen that rules hearts not heads
A all new kingdom made by her
Filled with people she trusts
People that forever follow her

Without the burn of the jewels
She remembers her story
Remembers all she forever won
And all she forever lost to stand

Not every throne is made of stone
Not every crown is made of gold
Not every king is made of ice
Not every queen is made of cold

So may she be, the one that loves
The one that stands in the light
The light that forever last
So may she be, the one that lives
Not the one who survives

Her people forever comes first
Because that is the way
The way they always deserved
The way she always believed

She is a queen
Her throne is the believes
Her crown the love they feel
And her kingdom...
The trust beneath