For The Queen
Shall the Queen dance for the slave?
Shall the birds sing for me? No!
Shall the sun rise for me? No!
Shall the spring come for me? No!
Shall the storm stop for me? No!
However the birds sing
the sun rises
the spring comes
and the storm stops, always.
But not for me.
When the Queen dance for the Slave,
I'll be free again.