Magical and grand, Lords, Kings and Queens. Others paid their bows, To those of such rich means. But is the richness there, In earthly treasures. Or laying in the heart, Joys of such sweet pleasure. I will fight the battles, With my Noble Knight.
Nothing done in love, Can ever be contrite.
But in the end, Beneath this tree. Will we still remember, Freedom holds the key. That unlocks the heart, In our castle of dreams. The touch of wonderment, Radiant showers gleam. I will live forever, This place of love we made.