oh my queen

oh my queen
as i brush your hair
i wonder if they were always this white?
did they always gliter in the rays of the sun?
did they always shine so bright?

oh my queen
as i brush your hair
i wonder were they always this short?
were they always this thin and unrully?
were they always full of knots?

oh my queen
as i brush your hair
i wonder how were you when u were young?
did you play in the gardens?
did you sing with the birds?
did you laugh till you dropped?

oh my queen
as i brush your hair
i wonder if the stories are true
did you walk down the street with a glass in you hand?
were you rejected for a patch or two?

oh my queen
as i brush your hair
i wonder what lies in your heart
is it pain or anger?
surrender or regret?
or simply an endless need to fight?

oh my queen
as i brush your hair
i see your frame is small
you hardly eat
and love t sleep
i wonder..... will i grow to look like you