The Queen is Dead

My feet are planted

but I’ve got sparrow’s wings

and you’ve puffed me up

like a newborn queen

Place your crown on my head

paint my face white and lips red

and no one will question if the queen is dead

cause’ I’m so alive

So if the guillotine comes to pass

and these few words are my last

know they’ll ring through the air

spread like seedlings everywhere

to raise a tree in our name