The nobles, elites are free born,
But were free spirited
Not every psychic is a medium,
Will give you a truce
My heart beats a lot like your lyre troubles my soul
Sing me a ballad that will replenish my heart
Oh I love.... Just like the sounds of war drums
Oh I lust just like I desire
Medieval
Or mid-evil
[Relief.....]
Like a peasants heart will say
Or how clean are the monarchs ways
Like a noble would judge
Or when an elite stands a ground
Or love has greater hands
To make our hearts reborn
[ intense.....]
Oh love, it puts me on the battle front
But you give me the upper hand
Medieval
Or mid-evil
Ooooh its a medieval love
Love..... Lust..... Love..... Lust... Love.... Lust
Not every free born knows love.
[ inspiration ( song) : sia and Peter joback's wicked game]
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Ballad
PoetryBallads meant to be sang. They are like poems that fits into everyone's lives. Meant to build and spoil, lure you to sleep, keep you awake. Ballad. It helps meditate.
