Royalty

In the first dance of victory
Queen extends her hand in royal grace
brave King will lead the evening
his principles his knights will always savor
with honor

A generation come and go it seems
faces pass as does the focus move
progress is a change of heart
distilled until there is no lasting flavor
remaining

Fierce strikes the cold, forgotten ages old
the trees will lose their leaves when we cease to believe in summer

No kind of royalty, I suppose
today will hold no higher standard now
we peel away our dignity
as soon as we can take it from each other
what moves us?

If a circle is our destiny,
what is start and where is ending now?
Can we learn again and feel it
when we kiss the ring of King or Savior?
To rediscover life.

©1999 Denison, Geihe, James, McNally, Park, Pfeifer