My fingers touch the solid stones.

Strong and cold, they keep me from home.

Imprisoned like a wingless dove.

Far away from the land I love.

Lonely days count lonley years.

I have cried a thousand tears.

All that I tried to gain.

Is lost the effort was invane.



At Carberry hill I lost my crown.

My husband fled my luck went down.

In England's hands I fell.

18 years a living hell.

The Scotish crown belongs to me.

Yet I'm bound I can not flee.

With iron claws England holds tight.

All is lost no chance to fight.



Silence - Silence Everywhere...



Cold walls are my reward.

Lonelyness engulves my soul.

I've been true i gave my heart.

Stained tears i cried.



I long to be free again.

To walk in peace again.

Scotland cries her queen is lost.

Agony's her friend again.