Personal Narrative-The Lady Of Tears

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The cats are calling my name; they're singing my song- they want me to dance but, not tonight my feline friends tonight I will resume my position as the Lady of Tears and I shall dance no more

Oh, how far the Queen has fallen but no more she will stand and sing "No More" because at the end of the tunnel her princess awaits the day

With the pieces left behind there was an emptiness I couldnt fake
If only the King could see her now see how far she's gone

He'll look down and tell her how her martyr complex will destroy the princess

An Evil Queen sits on her throne of roses and smiles her tears were long ago discarded for her own and her heart is no more broken her Lady of Tears has since been taken her sighs bottled and sipped her dress long

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