The Queen and my Mother.

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(Verse 1)
I wore the red beret, served the crown,
Swore my oath, I wouldn’t back down.
But life’s tests come in shadows and light,
In my mother’s pain, I saw her fight.

Her hands were frail, her breath grew weak,
Her eyes begged words she couldn’t speak.
In Amsterdam, I found her plea,
A choice that tore the soldier in me.

(Chorus)
The Queen or my mother, the law or the love,
The weight of the world or a push from above.
In her final days, I broke the chain,
To ease her heart, to soothe her pain.
Was it honour or shame, I don’t know for sure,
But love was the one thing I knew was pure.

(Verse 2)
Five small leaves in a foreign land,
An act of mercy in my trembling hand.
The law said “No,” but her pain said “Please,”
What’s a soldier to do in times like these?

My duty bound me to the crown,
But family ties don’t break or drown.
I sent her hope in a fragile roll,
To calm her body, to save her soul.

(Chorus)
The Queen or my mother, the law or the love,
The weight of the world or a push from above.
In her final days, I broke the chain,
To ease her heart, to soothe her pain.
Was it honour or shame, I don’t know for sure,
But love was the one thing I knew was pure.

(Bridge)
Now the world may judge me, soldier or son,
Two paths diverged, I followed one.
In her last breath, she smiled at me,
And in that moment, I found my peace.

(Chorus)
The Queen or my mother, the law or the love,
The weight of the world or a push from above.
In her final days, I broke the chain,
To ease her heart, to soothe her pain.
Was it honour or shame, I don’t know for sure,
But love was the one thing I knew was pure.

(Outro)
I’ll face the crown, I’ll bear the cost,
For in her comfort, nothing was lost.
The Queen or my mother, a choice I made,
And in my heart, her memory stays.