The Sweetest Stories

These diamonds look refined on view
The colours in your eyes are no disgrace on you
You lost your faith in all things great,
the sweetest stories and the pictures they paint
To find your way through endless pages,
you find love in a love that’s been paid
These diamonds look divine on you,
but exposed and in disguise, they close their eyes on cue
To bring forth change, entrust your wage,
where you’ll get credit, time to pay off the loan
For every king, there must be courtiers
who dream of diamonds while they’re paying in stones
To build a home for this great State
Both King & courtier, they must masquerade
We’ll find our way, a hopeful haven,
and we’ll find love…