The Ballad Of Mary (Queen Of Scots)

My fingers touch the solid stones.
Strong and cold, they keep me from home.
Imprisoned like a wingless dove.
Far away from the land I love.
Lonely days count lonley years.
I have cried a thousand tears.
All that I tried to gain.
Is lost the effort was invane.
At Carberry hill I lost my crown.
My husband fled my luck went down.
In England’s hands I fell.
18 years a living hell.
The Scotish crown belongs to me.
Yet I’m bound I can not flee.
With iron claws England holds tight.
All is lost no chance to fight.
Silence — Silence Everywhere…
Cold walls are my reward.
Lonelyness engulves my soul.