I’m so sorry I was oh~so late
I’m sorry I’m somehow always late
No matter the destination nor the date
I’m just always running behind time
Like a clock that I need to rewind
Trying to catch up after losing my mind
Still, that doesn’t excuse the abuse
Nor what I continue to do to You
Leaving Her behind as I explore the sky
Then, coming down to no one, wondering, “Why?”
As if what I see isn’t clear to Me and by design
§he’s proof of the Truth: good things never wait
No matter the deeds you do, nor how great
You may be, like the king of everything
Yet when what one desires be divinity
The Posture of a Goddess, Her Divine Femininity
Then no amount of the king’s gold you may hold
Could ever be enough to bribe someone so beautiful, so bold
For what price could one ever even attempt to pay
For §he, Whö illuminates the night and inspires the day?