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Queens touch


Men most oldest addiction Never was drugs. But, her who inspired dreams of grandeur. She was the original God But, we called her Goddess. She was the one that kept Her soldier fine tuned to protect. She was the beginning of this world. And men like me rushed towards her Waiting here every call. It's the reason, we conquer. It's the reason of our down fall. I'm still addicted to you And everyday I wait For you to call on your solider. So in silence I stand. Oh, Goddess of mine. Queen of this valley I protect. Let me bath in you tonight. Allow me to regain my strength. I am him with fist of power. Melanined just for you. I am the sun runner by day. At night I'm just for you.
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