You are my Queen

I am your subject

You are my life

And I am your object

I dream of release

But for what reason?

To be cast down

In glorious treason?

You are my star

I cannot forget

You burn so bright

And I am abject

You are my Queen

I am your subject

You are my life

And I am your objection

You are distraction

and I am corrected

You are my task

and I am directed

Behind these closed doors

There's a very different aspect

In a world of our own

Where everything is correct(ion)

You are passion

within me ignited

a tourtoured denial

by you, I'm guided

I dream of release

But for what reason?

To be cast down

In glorious treason?

(Copyright - Sudeten Creche)