Invaded

Surrender your campaign

Lower your flags

Stop the drums

Stop the flutes

Call back the scouts

Tell the centuries to stand down

She approaches.

Archers down

Swords sheathed

Muskets present

Infantry at ease

Let her in.

Prepare the feast

Raise the tent

Ready the gifts

Get the dancers

She is giving her love.

Wake up the blacksmith

Fetch the goldsmith

Gather all the seamstresses

Bring the finest horses

Adorn her with my love.

Get the carpenters

Buy the finest leathers 

Hire the jewelers

Build the finest throne 

She takes her place by my side.

Open the gates

Call the Truce

Let the demons take back the blackness

Reveal the light

Her eyes now light the way.

I burned valleys

I invaded and conquered

I gave nothing back

I answered to no one

Now...I love her.

Three Kings

The Maroon in my blood is injured but still fighting
Swinging his sword, angry and charging with his last few breaths.

The Irish in my blood is hardworking and dreaming of a better tomorrow.

The Indian in my blood respects the gods that made us and understands the spirits of the universe will do what they need to do when they need to do it and not one second sooner.

Black is my blood, white is my blood, brown is my blood.
The fighter, the worker, the dreamer.

They all use my hands, they all walk with me in my journey
They all listen with me but whisper what is true.
They all use my eyes to help me see the world as it is.

Born torn, they work together to create me
A unique me, a me no one else can see
For I am three kings.

When I die, they will go their separate ways
But will forever remember the years they all walked together,
Fighting, working, dreaming.