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?