prestige and honor could not compare
emotions gathered for this we swear...
harbored by the protection of others..
youth of thy fountain , follows thy spring.
autumn begins , edge of sixteen.
nations will bow , their heads in thy crowns.
gathering amidst the billowing clouds..
yesterday, she was but a needle in a hay field..
under pressure she fits into the family heirlooms...
in desperation the young prince searches but never finds
the love so strong had made him blind
binded by the iron shackles...
he risk his life of freedom to that of matrimony...
he lost his crown and all those around..
he has too flee from this wretched town
faster and faster they run and run.
until suddenly, she stops ..
stunned
shrapnel fell from high above plundering their lives now rested in dirt..
above them all a white rock had said here in lies the leader of dead...
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