My heart speaks of you in the corridors and highest floors.
As I walk, and as I see —
On the wall, I want more and more,
Of visions of us.
Unlike lands of bora bora,
I have a war story,
That knows baths of blood.
In my room, I felt ghastly drugged.
As I faced solitude, and a massive flood,
I was trapped in the corner,
Of being unstable…
But victory is mine, therefore, I am no longer angry…
I’ve had, moments that dragged, and times that I think I could never outlast…
But I’m moving on from the past, and I’m singing songs that are freeing on, alas.
Alas, I found my Queen.
Alas, I am her king.