“Why am I here?”
The thought
goes through my mind,
There must
be a reason,
But the answer
is hard to find,
“The place
is yours while you’re there,
Treat it
like it’s your own,
It needs
some work but you’ll see,
It’ll make
you a very nice home,”
It was not
entirely true,
The offer he
made to me,
For hidden behind
the scenes,
Was the power
I could not see,
“Do what she
wants to keep the peace,”
Her heart
has turned to stone,
And I could
feel her words strike,
As they
pierced me to the bone,
If I must
live under her rule,
And bow to
her every whim,
Then I cannot
stay in this place,
And let my
light grow dim,
I want a
place to call my own,
To rescue or
restore,
And should I
maintain it well,
It’ll last a
few years more,
If the stone
princess should follow,
In an effort
to keep control,
She’ll lose
all she was meant to be,
Her heart,
her mind, her soul.
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