When there was just Marie Antoinette, roaming around Versailles,

Losing perspective day after day, losing all concept of time…

When there were only lazy Sundays, searching through each other’s eyes;

Losing our selves into one another, ignoring the death toll chimes…

When my mother calls me back home, into open arms and heart,

I might then find how bitter it was for us to be apart…

When the day shall come and go that I see you smile at me,

I might then know what a true love should really be…

When the golden gates would part, when God would pardon me again,

When an angel with blue eyes still cared to call me a friend…

When these days are only memories, when the night falls once more,

When is when I will see Versailles through every open door…

When my grandfather sees my green eyes and knows my name again,

I hope to know just where and when and why and how he is…

When my father lets a man of the world come and take me away,

I hope to know just where and how far away is this day…