I know her face, its common to all,
I never see her yet she stands so tall,
She talks to use like were her child,
Her ignorance is something so calm so mild,
She’s killed so many worshiped so few,
Looks at us, doesn’t have a clue,
My heart bleeds for her ignorance inside,
She sees their face, she should have cried.
If she felt there pain shed hide away,
Afraid from reality of the modern day,
Holding her chest shed gasp for breath,
Asking the question I ask, what happened to the rest?
So popular she has her own cups, her mugs of tea and pocket books,
There are aprons two, who dare bare her face,
If she knew reality shed fall from grace.
When she’s out of lock and key,
We see the love she shares with he.
Like a picture of hope they both stand strong,
Side by side many years long.
Her charity is misunderstood
Attempting to do things for some earthly good,
With issues of tax on a beckoning fall,
How is it she rose above us all?
Her family grace is far from kind,
Secrets and lies proclaim our minds,
Hearts shattered by some guessing rhyme,
The service of men in its prime.
I pity her for all she is the one bearing the crown that shall never be his.
Pulls on those emotions.