One move at a time
You never turn your back on royalty, that is the rule.
My standing in life was set for me and like any game,
I have to obey the rules.
I cannot go back on the moves I have made
but sometimes I really wish that I could.
When royalty and the clergy get in trouble,
they quickly run and hide, behind the rank and file.
They have the freedom to move great lengths,
I do not. I am part of the poor proletariat.
Each step I take is limited, my role is important yet always under-rated.
I stand in front of the Queen's castle exposed to the elements.
I am a foot soldier not yet a horseman.
I hope and I pray that one day,
I will cross the great divide and get ordaned,
knighted or crowned a queen, for I you see,
am but a humble pawn living in fear on a checkered path.