Preferred Band/Artist: BlackByrd
She was the true queen of England to all who knew her
Not strictly a saint, but an amazing woman
Who loved life capturing it with her smile
Beauty, her poise and candour
And romance awaiting her prince
She wanted more than anything
To be loved by an honourable prince
Only to be disappointed by his adulterous manner
On the eve of their wedding night
A sacred consummative union
Between a husband and wife forever tarnished
By his adulterous manner
It is the biggest sin ever for a woman
To forget, let alone forgive
CHORUS:
Bless her soul for rising
Above the dead to showcase this royal farce
Murderers never stray far from home
She was the real Diana
Virgin Goddess of the Wild
She was a magnanimous, jovial asset
To all who knew her, but unfortunately true to form
Was killed by jealousy, hatred and rage
Her royal murderers know who they are
It is them she will forever haunt until eternity
Rest for them is a thing of the past
Justice for her is ever-prevailing
CHORUS
She adored the title of royal womb
To a family utterly devoid of any humanity
And bore two handsome sons
Who in time will take over that ghastly sordid London shine
Only to change it forever and ever
BRIDGE:
Her purity emanated like a royal blue sapphire
An irony which killed her
She will always be remembered as the people’s princess
For that is what she was
An honorable title for an honorable princess
In time the truth will be revealed
Set free for all to hear and see
Her wicked, enraged and jealous captors
Will be caught, and finally she will be put to rest
CHORUS
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