Treasure Island

Jayl Morris

(April 23,1956 / St. Louis, MO)

Confidant


The Queen and I've been friends for years.
Why, when she's troubled, I dry her tears.
When she smiles, I know to smile.
We've been friends for quite awhile.

I'm her 'prince' but laughingly.
She'll be my friend for eternity.
When she's down, I give her heart.
I don't mind, it's my best part.

When she holds me, I feel fine,
We've been friends for a long, long time.
I know her kingdom doesn't understand,
The pressures being Queen demands.

The military and her government,
Gala balls or some message sent.
So when she calls I'm always there.
The Queen and I've been friends for years.


1972

Submitted: Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 30, 2014

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