Queendom

Another game to win,

You know she never need one

Lean on in,

You know it’s time to step up

It’s her Queendom, Ya’ll to her bow down,

Give unto her your crown

Ya’ll you hate her now, but you scream,

“I love you, love you,” love me!

It’s her Queendom, Ya’ll to her bow down,

Before her blue eyes ice you out

Ya’ll you’re hating now,

So she screams, “love me, love me, love me!”

“I’ve got a paused, shapely still tongue,

As I stagger through the night

Have to reverse my soul stretched strength,

To keep from reaching up too high

I had a thought to myself,

As senseless structure passed me by,

I said: “It’s too early in the morning, sister,

Switch off your nightlight”

I feel the frightened heart burn,

At this time in the morning

As my soul is stretched among me,

While my family is snoring

Women’s rights are falling further,

As countries around us are warring

Starlight stills the streets,

As an air raid is starting

And as back we’re further falling,

Something in place, to, I need to hold,

To keep my soul from stirring

As I try to break the mould,

Of being daddy’s little girl, with a bank book,

In my hand

Throwing money at a problem,

I could never understand”

It’s her Queendom, Ya’ll to her bow down,

Give unto her your crown

Ya’ll you hate her now, but you scream,

“I love you, love you,” love me!

It’s her Queendom, Ya’ll to her bow down,

Before her blue eyes ice you out

Ya’ll you hate her now, so she screams,

“Love me, love me, love me!”

“I stand still by a streetlight,

To turn left, I can’t decide

Whether to squelch through the squaller,

Or hold high my head towards London light,

So much dirt in the street,

I blink twice, and close my eyes

It’s too early in the morning, sister,

Switch off your nightlight

The sun is spinning circles, at this time,

In the morning

As my heart, it slithers upwards,

While the world around me is snoring

Homes without a heart are crumbling,

Quicker towards me,

They’re sitting in the squaller of a

Peacemaker’s history

An air raid in the sky above us,

Something I’ll never have to see,

‘Cause so much money’s peeling off us,

It’s all I’ll ever bleed

As Heaven’s hoping quickens towards the Hell,

All they can foresee,

Is a woman withered large, 

Bruised and battered on her knees”

So Stephanie was a righteous lass,

Who found what she couldn’t understand

A squaller of a soul, who gave up one life,

For another

And not a thing could fix this,

Not a thousand or one dollar

Don’t fix the fight within yourself,

When there are others you could save

Hit with an ultimatum,

She thanked him, and went away

Came back a short while later,

Tormented by what she had seen

A girl - wild, wed, withered…

Bruised and battered on her knees

Set up a way of funding,

For other worn, wed girls - 

There’s a place on earth to save them,

From an “apparent” overdose