Like a Tear

Like light in matter, like gold,

Is precious amber; I'm told.

For Im poor and know not 

Where to go to find this gold.

I've searched for many years...

So imagine for how many years,

I've been told of this precious amber gold

From the pinnacle of heaven,

The King, came dressed in;

Sorrow and mourning

To the depthy watery grave of his mother

And the aristocracy day and night wept.

The wretched painted to the nines

For this could be an opportunity of their lives

All mortals lamented with them 

The vanity of soaring dreams

For the queen of hearts 

Gave birth to a king that is a queen

The kings son's orphaned by a gorgeous mam

And it seems the widower and son's

Care about appearances 

The only one who is daring is the youngest

And his love for a "Melanin Dream "

Whose cheeks blush and the couple  Lamented the royal queen 

Like a tear (brushed away)

Rolling off a cheek

An era is dead 

Oh gold, when will you find me?