I feel old and weary

as i kneel before thee on my quivering knee

you speak strong and loudly

setting unwanted gossip free

my land has been taken, as well as my family

yet the courtiers snicker appraisingly

i kiss your highness' smooth hand

all the while watching the ground

there is cheering and pent up sighs of frustration

and though salvation there is none

i look up in search of god

and earnestly give a silent prayer

i brought shame to my surname

and equally alike in my loved one's lives

curch bells swing franticly

and i find thou's thawed face

thou hast seen my worst side

and doth geniunly curious as to my nobleness towards god

my eyes send thee flashes of dreams, of things not yet true

and why thou leanest foward i still not know

or why thou's face gave an aura of sympathetic glow.