In the grand halls where echoes sing,
The whispers of the crowns do ring.
Beneath the gold, the weight unseen,
The burdens borne by kings and queens.

Their eyes may shine with regal light,
Yet shadows cast in darkest night.
Thrones of power, thrones of pain,
A legacy of joy and strain.

Beneath the robes of silk and grace,
Lies the truth they cannot face.
The crowns they wear, the roles they play,
Hide hearts that long to seethe and sway.

For every king and queen that reigns,
There is a soul that cries in chains.
Beyond the pomp and grandest scenes,
The human heart of kings and queens.