Each time she speaks of me
her eyes are fixed and her spirit wanders
She wants to cry and
hide as she begins to ponder
The hiding because she fears me and
knows that I'm a listener
But the crying because she knows my life hasn't been fair
Walls cannot contain me from
your secrets; I know all
Trust me when I say that none of your
days will be dull
You'll feel all kinds of emotions as you follow
my sweet lull
And as you fade from them I'll catch you when you
fall
Do you like your empire, my sweet?
Sit down, please,
and put up your feet
Have some tea, and pray, have something to
eat
Careful though; I like to keep the place neat!
