• A Hopeless Life


    Here I am
    At you beck and call
    upon my ears
    your words will fall.
    And should it be
    I cannot do
    Then next call
    I'll come anew.
    Ever so quickly
    you will see
    a hopeless life
    was given to me.
    So why I serve
    you wish to know
    why I work
    pull, push, and tow
    a question you ask
    the answer is clear
    it's this my queen:
    "I find you quite dear"
    so at your will
    I am on a chain
    so here I am
    and here I remain
    you watch me work
    your eyes so keen
    a lowly boy
    a slave to his queen
    and yet you miss
    what my chest truly holds
    a swelling red heart
    filled with love untold
    my love will stay hidden
    unspoken and masked
    but my love would confess
    only need you asked
    and so i stay
    with this life with no mean
    a lowly boy
    serving his queen...