Theatre Royale,
Crown slipping,
Crumbled palace of tales and times,
Ghosts of laughs and tears filling your empty interior,
We cry with you now
Boarded up,
Shadow kept,
Almighty obelisk of creation and passion,
Built, fed and watered on Shakespeare's word,
Never silent 'til now
Always loved,
Yet left for dead,
Ever present oak poisoned by government,
Starvation leaves many talents lost,
You may die,
But we will cry forevermore
