Queen Anne



Queen Anne


On the horizon, you can see all the boats
Shielding my eyes from the sun’s ancient glow

On water like glass my sorrow reflects
The mind of a man is a tough one to crack
Well, won’t you come home pure as Queen Anne?
I’ll no longer be just a thorn in the sand

I taste the gravel that the tide musters up
It buries my sandals and toes in the mud

These skeletons laugh when the sorrow will pass
The soul of a woman has a shell I can’t crack
Well, won’t you come home?
Will you be back pure as Queen Anne?
If I’m a thorn in the sand?

Lady Queen Anne
My rose in the sand


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