Once full of joy just like a dove Once full of passion, betrayed by love The Queen hides in the shadows now No light can touch her from above As she no longer can believe In what used to be her vivid dream These days the woman has no heart And if you ask the mighty God He can’t even recall her face Neither does she, fallen in disgrace No love from Him, no love of hers For any of the broken herds That come and knock at Heaven’s door And, when rejected, roll on her floor Asking for…
