there’ll be less cheers
a somber crowd
no smiling children
yelling loud
leagues and leagues
of brokenhearted
silently mourning
their long departed
and with my crown, I’ll be the queen
in this grand charade
with my crown, I’m the queen
of this heartbreak parade
she will know the mummers strut
he can be the clown
she’ll throw beads to the crowd
and he will wear the frown
everyone will all be there
and I will wear the crown
and with my crown, I’ll be the queen
in this grand charade
with my crown, I’m the queen
of this heartbreak parade
the march will hurry on
the band will keep on playing
come rain, dusk or dawn
their songs of whine and waning
the broken hearts will bond
over tales of sadden woe
the march will amble on
heads hung shoulder low
and with my crown I’ll lead them all
in this cascade
and with my crown I’ll watch more fall
in line with this heartbreak parade
© 2007 by Danielle Romanick
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
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