And I called to the Hordes
To release my Love, my All
And the Hordes, they sneered
And I called to the King
To save my Love, my All
And the King was yet asleep
And I called to the Crying Queen
To forgive my Love, my All
And she couldn't see thru her tears
And I cried to the chains
of fear and death
To crack and Free my Love, my All
And the chains held tight
And I called to the man of gold
Who sat upon his golden thrown
And begged him to release my Love, my All
And fat with want,
he drank from his cup
And I called to the deaf Child
And to Love my Love, my All
And her Heart Opened Wide
And it was done.
