When given the chance to be a pawn
We sat and waited for the coming dawn
We knew we were there for more than one
We persevered optimistically awaiting the sun
When given the chance to be a rook
We gave ourselves and never took
We stood as stone and resolved to withstand
We led by benevolence and not by demand
When given the chance to be a bishop
We prayed for a peace that would never stop
We hoped for a happiness that would never end
We longed for a love that would always mend
When given the chance to be a knight
We found something to love and a reason to fight
We held strong to the belief that love did exist
We fought with emotion, but never with fists
When given a chance to see the queen
We gazed upon her beauty; a sight to be seen
We donned our best garments, and put on a show
We hid our love though and didn’t let her know
When given a chance to be a king
I politely declined and asked for just one thing
I asked to be free and left to fate
Because although I’ve checked, I’ve no checkmate
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