My sword,
rusts,
covered with keen blood,
defending for hours,
keeping the throne nice and sharp,
as my shield dents,
it slowly breaks us,
and now when it breaks,
there's no defending us,
I scream out you're name,
but they have came to far,
our hands are to far apart to connect,
watching you get taken away,
as a warrior I broken my job,
to defend the queen,
I cry,
as I fall with punishment,
am I really causing you worries?
please don't worry,
what other people say,
just stay with me.
