The palace lights are dimmed tonight
The crown rests heavy, not so bright
The whispers of a world askew
A queen who holds her secrets true

What does it mean to wear the crown?
To lift the weight or let it drown?
A nation waits with bated breath
To see the queen or see her death

The people cheer, but in their eyes
A quiet question, a loud disguise
The monarch smiles, but does she know
The silent cost of all her glow?