Your Highness

Posted by Brad Osborne on July 18, 2021 · 17 Comments 

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With every retort of how I fell short

Came the tears from sad brown eyes

How was I to know, that the tears that flow

Were just a river of liquid lies

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You were quick with the blame, good at the game

Taught me to question who I was

You had to be right, had to win every fight

Compromise not what a princess does

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You sat on your throne, unhappy alone

Plied your womanly wiles to find the man

Who would kneel at your feet, take a back seat

Silent partner to every plan

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And what you called love, sitting high above

Were just small crumbs for a jestered fool

This was the pay for giving away

Any thoughts of sharing your rule

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I cannot say you are not a Queen in some ways

But the regal ego is quite a sting

And how hard you tried to stifle my pride

But I have always known, I am a King

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