Oh, My Maiden

Oh, my maiden, yours lands lie in ruin.
Torn apart from many who vibe to take you.
They squabble like little children when changing rules of a game.
You shed tears for them,
But can’t stop their bickering ways.

Oh, my maiden, what will become of you now?
How will you rise up from the fallen ashes?
Will you ever be whole again?
Will you stand proud once again on your own?

Oh, my maiden, you are stronger then ever now.
Your lands richer, greener then before.
Your tears of sorrow turn to joy.
All who vibe in bickering before;
Have now seen their erroring ways.

My maiden, you ride high above the clouds.
All is in your favor
But will it last forever?

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