Queen of Broken Hearts

A lonesome lady sits by the shore,
Raven black hair upon her shoulders,
Waiting a hundred years, maybe more,
By the sea among the boulders.

She sits and waits unable to roam,
Forever she sits there all alone,
She waits for her lover to come home,
She sits and waits, this is her throne.

She sits straight, never to stir,
Bodice laced tightly she doesn’t care,
Breathing matters little to her,
For she has no need for air.

She sits and waits unable to roam,
Forever she sits there all alone,
She waits for her lover to come home,
She sits and waits, this is her throne.

Oh, she cried, come back to me,
She cried with tears upon her cheeks,
Come back my lover, lost at sea
But it’s only to the sea she speaks.

She sits and waits unable to roam,
Forever she sits there all alone,
She waits for her lover to come home,
She sits and waits, this is her throne.

The sea replies with foam and brine,
And though she pleads with all her might,
Her love will stand the test of time,
Only waves remain in sight.

She sits and waits unable to roam,
Forever she sits there all alone,
She waits for her lover to come home,
She sits and waits, this is her throne.

She weeps when lovers pass her by,
For her love is lost at sea,
With a bleeding heart and tear in her eye,
The depths are where she wants to be.

She sits and waits unable to roam,
Forever she sits there all alone,
She waits for her lover to come home,
She sits and waits, this is her throne.