The Queen has lost her crown,
It's nowhere to be found.
So in the Jail she sits,
While my brain is throwing fits.
The Heaven Gates are broken
Because I lost my subway token.
Out there I seem asleep,
But in here I'm buried deep.
The crooked streets I wander,
Where the tattered memories flutter,
Searching for that hidden spark,
While I stumble in the dark.
Behind the mental doors I open
Are moments that lie frozen.
Memories I had tucked away
Just to keep my naivete.
You could say they did deceive,
But I wanted to believe;
Crawling through this mental briar,
Who really is the liar?
Every blunder I ever made,
All the steps that went astray,
I must face each and every one,
If this sleep will be undone.
The crown I found at last,
My token home I pass,
"You who wandered are not lost,
But now it's time to face the cost."
So I awake to the unfamiliar ceiling,
Overcome with feeling;
The Heaven Gates are open again,
I do not mind the pain.