A place with majestic rulers
A place with beautiful skies
One cannot escape its beauty
when one cannot plan its demise
With rulers reigning for over fifty years
They cannot choose their own special dears
They marry to strengthen the bloodline
They marry not out of love
One must kill the other for there cannot be two doves
The skies are blue
The palace red
With guards to keep them safe
Their people love them
Their enemies hate them
And other counties demand their heads
The Queen’s intelligent the King’s are fools
For everyone knows that London, England
Is where I wish to go

As I Lay Here In My Cold Bed I Look Over To Say Good Morning To My Wife.
But I Remember That She’s Gone Now Up Somewhere I Cant Get To…
Outside My Window The Snow Falls Down Like Rain In Midsummer.
I Get out Of My Bed And Sit On It’s Edge.
I Grab The Photograph Of Me And My Wife And My Son On The Table Next to My Bed.
Tears Run Down My Face Like A River Flowing Down A Mountain.
Maybe One Day I Will See You Again my Dear…
The Wolves Howl Outside My Window Now.
I Walk Outside And Stand In The Snow.
I See Memories Of The First Time We Met All Those Cold Cold Winters Ago…
We Were So Young.
Now I Am So Old…
My Bones Creak With Every Step I Walk.

I Lay Down In The Snow And Let it Bury Me For A While
The Tears Freezing On My Face.
I No Longer have The Strength To Get Up…
Hello My Dear; My Bride Its Been So Long… Since I Saw Your Face….

That night,
The baby was born
But on that night
The sky was so bright

If I had seen
I would have sworn
By God’s command
It was a miracle

Baby boy
Why don’t you play?
Baby boy
When will it be your day?

Tear down the temple son,
And you’re father will let you in
Rebuild it when you’re done
And let go of my sin

Baby boy,
Why did you make your mother cry?
Baby boy,
I never thought a king could die.

Walk by, and carry my guilt
Once I’m saved
I’ll come to the house you built
If I find the road you paved

Father’s crashing fist of thunder
Baby boy,
Who put that crown of your head?
Baby boy,
Once your gone, I wonder
Baby boy,
Would you do it again?

Every year, mom made Santa pie
But this year mom’s head was too sick
But this year, instead I would die.
But this year, no treats, but tricks

As I do, I slept next to the tree
Waiting for Santa to come
I should haven’t been so blind with glee
Waiting for Santa was so dumb

Mom was sick, she needed pills
Instead of toys, we had bills
Instead of food, we were hungry
Instead of love, they were angry

But not me,
Yet,

Mom woke up early
Check on me, surely
She didn’t find her baby boy
Instead she saw the Devil

Down came the knife
“I Love You, Dear”
The words that almost ended my life
I’ll never forget, what mom gave me that year