WINTER’S TALE

In the Winter’s tale

I’ve been in jail

For all the days I have wine

For all the days I have dine

I do nothing to earn any pay

Yet I had what to make a day

But here I am today

Waiting for my dying moment

My heart is frozen without movement

Here I am today, sailing the sea to nowhere

But I know the truth stands somewhere

Waiting patiently for my arrival

My cry to the cold wind is survival

Oh yea waters of the sea

Take me home and let them see

I murdered not the KING!