When will my someday begin,
when will my heart start to beat,
when will my frown turn to a smile,
borrowed, is the time that I have
seeping through the hour glass,
until entropy finally wins.
Till the sun doth not rises nor
descends with the Moon’s ascension,
till the stars not twinkle like diamonds,
till your flowers blossom not or
till the food of your soul not the
Queen of their hearts mention.
When You realize that all that is Thine,
lasts till eternity and beyond
for this Queen bows NOT
It’s my time to Shine.