My father is king.
He is wearing light blue, up above, where no one can touch him.
He says “i own” he says “mine”.
Then the lady appears, she has a long white robe, she spins around.
The robe makes a circle, circles says “forever”, circles change things.
The lady makes father mad and he locks her up.
In a yellow room, with a blue door.
He tores up her robe and under it her skin is pink.
There is no way out, the lady stays.
The children saw it all, they know.
They were wearing red and staring wide.
The gold city falls apart, they saw it all, they know.
The lady gets no light and goes to sleep.
She never wakes up
Her dreams and her face fast turn gray.
The gold city falls apart.
Father turns his head to the other side, to other cities, and forgets.
Somehow, from far,far away, comes sweet music.
We can’t see them but we hear.
Somehow, somewhere, the red children sing.
From the middle of the ruins, the children have a song.