Those days were known as the present today have become the past
On September 8th British woke up to the news of the queen’s death broadcast
She was clung to the throne while her aging son’s hopes were lost
His son becomes the king of without kingdom while others were aghast
A morning ray writes the story of the night in black and white in contrast
Lights up the dark corners behind the castle wall not going to last
When day chases the night, it becomes the tongue of the past
One who made decisions about people’s fate in this world of fragile glass
One who had a passion for this world will be called to the court of the Lord
Did she hear the resonating voice of Jesus to hold fast?
Will she address herself as queen in the court of the Lord?
Where she will see her janitor will be sitting on the throne of her past
Will she be begging O Lord let me go back to accept janitorial jobs?
It was my ignorance that I looked at others as downcast
I will let Britishers know please do not fly Union Jack at half-mast
There is only one kingdom that is the kingdom of the Lord
Everyone is a creature of one God and He loves everyone beyond colors and castsHer death is a turning point for the west predicting tsunami forecast
British empire rose from east to west fallen into a tiny dot
