The trip was long, many a stumble made,
As memories of home, started to fade.
Entry to the kingdom came at a price,
Some of the trade-offs were not so nice.
Who has dared to knock on the door?
A pauper, a peasant who wanted more.
Daring to dream, daring to do,
Daring to dare to be honestly true.
Casualties fallen, too many to name,
Winning was never the name of the game
To be cared for, the Kingdom cried in shame,
Heads bowed in silence, as they whispered his name.
Stand in the streets, make your name heard clear,
As darkness falls and the ending is near.
Rise up, stand, not the waves make you fall,
Now is the time to answer the call.
Stay safe and healthy,
Much love always, #girlwithguitar