Distraught over the lack of an heir, the king begs to the Divine for help.
lyrics
we have tried and tried again
but she shakes her solemn head
we have tried and tried again
but she remains barren
my wishing wells, your shooting stars
are dead, dim, and dark
my wishing wells, your shooting stars
recited words lose their spark
i shake my fist at the heavens
why won't they answer my question?
where is my heir? / give me my children, all 25 of them
i am a benevolent man
why won't you give me a hand
give us someone to hold
i'm at the pit of my low
by the grace of the divine
he writes us one last line
and awakens the queen's womb
child, oh child, are you coming soon?
does your heart swell?
cradle her well
and give her a name -- adeleh
and give her a place -- my heart
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