I bow down to you;
Like you are the queen of friendships,
I look up to you;
So high on your throne.
You sit upon that unreachable chair;
You see distrust and unjust,
So you my lady;
Call upon your guards.
For what have i done wrong!? I ask,
I only pleaded for your friendship;
I only begged for your love and care!
I scream these words;
Tears pouring from my soul,
Rolling down my unforgiving face.
Guards, retching out my heart;
And dragging me away,
To a sorrowful darkened somewhere,
From my forever rising queen!
