Last exit by Silent Cloud published on 2013-03-15T23:37:21Z Well, the sickened queen with movements of a wounded fly walks the garden path a faintly trembling butterly. And the fallen king shows no emotions at the door. He hides his broken back, that‘s not what I was coming for. Well I came to his court to meet the man who bears my name. Like so many times before I have come here just in vain. Because our words won‘t meet nor are we meeting with our eyes. We‘re walking different streets and see two different worlds go by. Where will I be when I grow old? When all my tragedies unfold? Somehow wordlessly I sit beside you as we leave. The air is fresh and free. Your eyes are comfort in my grief. I never was a prince and there was no castle too. Was but a lonely boy out in this world 'till I met you. Who'll know our names we grow old? Where is our story being told?