I Was an Empire and You Had a Dream
Oh what old dream has weighed me down?
That tie to the beloved crown
Has become
A block around my neck, that I might drown
In seas that once I lorded.
My dream was not your own, I know that now,
But to see before, I knew not how.
Power is a fickle mount
And I was scared of slipping.
Bright eyes, you looked into mine
And tongue made loose by teenage rage
Said, "I am not yours, nor are you mine."
And I stood, and struck your face-
And Empire is a curious thing-
But for all the might of land and sea
I could not keep you close to me.