I was young 10, maybe eleven or so and my perfect eyesight was my only perfection
I have grown My hair is softer, darker, elegant My skin is softer, paler, smooth My lips are rounded perfectly pink My eyes are a mixture from the deep down
But my imperfections I right eye is nearly blind How can I ever see again? How will I go out in public? With these thin rimed glasses? Black, small, squared...
My luck is running out My sister cannot take hereditary rights over the kingdom our village is depending on us And the fawns by the river depend upon us And the fearies are loosing their charm And the gowns on girls don't sway as they used to....
I can see it. Through my thin rimmed glasses My imperfection I have lost sight of the truest matter Beyond love But protecting your love My kingdom will fail without my help I must get back in the game Learn to live through this
And now, I plan My desk is covered Papers, maps, plans, diagrams Ideas litter these pages I must save my kingdom I cannot fail For I will watch the battle play out From behind my thin rimmed glasses
And we shall succeed For if we do not My love will die The kingdom will die Everything will be lost Oh, but a cost! For my thin rimmed glasses...
I've started the war. Now It's My Time To End It. Behind my thin rimmed glasses.
Inspiration Staff · Tue Nov 18, 2008 @ 08:45am · 0 Comments |