The heavenly queens stone

In so many ways I can't explain,

I've found peace, got rid of pain.

Everything is now and will forever,

always has been, yet also never.

          It's strange how we seem

          to be prearranged in shame,

          but who's to blame?

Heavenly blue as the clearest sky,

your blossom pours out from your eyes.

The kind that saves lives,

truly your optical doors.

          It's strange how we seem

          to be prearranged in shame,

          but who's to blame?

Blond hair and blue eyes,

I believe those are yours.

Your grace all around shines
without a word or even a move.

Writings through past times
from Gods creation and rules.

          It's strange how we seem

          to be prearranged in shame,

          but who's to blame?

Justice for your glory

and justice for your fate.

I know it's not our time

that's my reason to hate.