I am supose to be Queen,
Though I feel I should not be,
I do not want to continue this,
Bloodshed is what some wish.
Papa told me "Justice",
And I went along,
For I was a child,
Growing up for this horrible crown.
"Justice" is not all its cracked up to be,
But my sister loved it,
So I let it be,
My family has turned "Justice",
To blood and hate.
Why can't they see?
Thats why I ran away,
It was not your fault Papa,
Our family is to blame!
Now I leave this burdon upon my sister,
Hoping someday she would understand,
And she would not have to go through the hardship and pain,
Of these blood stained hands.