From the Ground
There she was looking all around the crowd waiting patiently for her newly beloved crown,
She found sympathy deep within her self long ago hiding behind a glazing frown.
From being left behind as a child alone anybody knows the obstacles she triumphed over weren’t easy,
Rejection was her new best friend the people around felt greedy.
Convicted of deceiving wonders all her life,
Clearing her name by the act of war was the only way she would survive.
As I observe from the ground looking up to where she stands,
The cheers tremble when news that our empire will soon expand.
“No one will stop us, the land of the rich is what we will be remembered by, To glory all that stand and death to those who choose to fall” she says,
I assure her sins are without a doubt what has driven her to success.
it’s a shame I won’t be here to see it all come into play,
There’s debts to collect, they must be repaid.
From Franca to Paris the address of each person that must Confess,
They have ran out of time due date no fate beneath the ground there souls mine to repossess.
