broken home
The queen is dead now who will lead us?
And all she left me was an army of mindless brutes
Who think they have conquered the world from their backyard
The farm she wanted me to tend to,
And a throne too high for me to climb and cursed to all who touch it.
You told me the secrets to controlling the flock and how to work the land to be pure
But they won't listen
But you didn't tell me that the passion to burn it all would be so bright
You carried the burden 20,000 leagues under the sea
All I saw was you were happy for me
You made those monsters look like men
Without you, they beg me to become them
They think they can raise me
They take my freedom for their own
They kill me as I live
Forgive me for I am not you
I can't raise them again like they can't raise me again.
The kingdom you left me has fallen
I want to save it, but they force my hand
To leave it all to dust.
The queen is dead now who will lead me?
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