The words come easy like breeze. Never labor to make them rhyme. It's a lovely train of thought and my lifes suddenly on track again. A poem conceived in dream thats come to share the light. As we sing out every word traveling down that romantic line.
Time stands still and yields to whats right.
Right before my eyes stands the queen. And when all grows dim I fear no end. It only signals the play has just began. I kneel at her feet as foot lights fade before my eyes. Christened with a pen she hands me that sword.