by Bill Healey
Sunday, December 11, 2011
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Co-written with my fiance, Revonda.
The kingdom lay broken and on fire.
As she stood upon yonder hill,
Her thoughts werenít on what was lost
But on fulfilling her Kingís last will.
The castle laid in ruins,
Where once it stood so tall.
The subjects fled long ago
Before the kindoms fall.
Her man, her king has fallen
And she stands with but a single thought.
Itís her kingís last words she hears
And his dreams that fill her sight.
He told her to seek safety
And to protect his unborn heir,
For the winds of change would come
And the skies again will be fair.
With two royal hearts beating
She dreams of the king she carries
Becoming a men among men
And the fair beauty he will marry.
She knows her kingís wishes,
That the boy be a man among men.
That he will rebuild the fallen
And the kingdom shall rise again.
From long ago he now stands.
A king of a kingdom he was born.
All his life heís heard the stories
Of the kingdom from which he was torn.
He looks out past all the ruins
From atop the hill he stands,
The very hill his mother had stood,
Carrying the babe who would become this man.
The kings of old whisper in his ear
Telling of battles and glories past.
He feels his royal blood pulsing
At the thought of the role he was cast.
Itís time to rebuild this world.
From the ashes rises an empire.
He has fulfilled his motherís wish
To bring life to her kings last desire.
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