This life is crying out for more
It can't and won't wait
for undetermined changes
with only uncertainties

This heart has carried this aging Queen
While she stretches her arms out freely
Wanting to be held, needing security and comfort
She bows her head down with disappointment
She goes unnoticed,
but not her kindness and generosity

All that one can carry
is the active takers' motto
Who relentlessly hold no guilt
as they steal her life away
When full, they discard
her into tar and feathers
This is the gratitude
that has been bestowed upon her

The Lady crumbles, her legs fold
She's down on her knees
Her thoughts are only to plead
for her lusting love

Could it be at all, possible,
for the flickering candle light
to frame, for her, only his face
Her vision holds just a faint silhouette

Queen Mother, holding her head up high
For not one tear shall be shed,
this she cannot allow,
but she struggles with a flood
that is threatening to spill
out over her bottom lid
She loses control over the
slipping drips that are streaming
down the side of her cheeks

She knows that this time
her heart has been melted
and is failing miserably
Her fallen hair surrounds her face
as she lowers her head
hiding her despair and agony
by clinging desperately to dignity

This life is crying out for more
This broken heart can break no longer
Soon it will empty this deceitful love
that's mocked the love
she so eagerly wants to give

The Queen shuffles her tired legs
to the plateau of truth
She will not be alone any more
Nor left in pain without a concern
It is here that she burns
the yearnings for that same stranger

It is in the air, that she now breathes,
that a change will take place and soon

This healed heart that's slowly
regained new strength
electronically, will draw into this
life that cries;

a genuine and caring love,
forever, till death love
and complacency, that has never
been felt before,
by me and for me, the Queen