she never even made it to the king.
The ship crashed onto earth.
She chooses to wear tattered rags she weaved together than her blood-covered clothes
And she will wander alone until her rags are bleached white
she never even made it to the king.
The ship crashed onto earth.
She chooses to wear tattered rags she weaved together than her blood-covered clothes
And she will wander alone until her rags are bleached white