Anastasia & William

Anastasia & William

Anastasia was a beautiful woman,

Tall and proud with great masses of hair,

In her time she was known as a writer,

Defending the people whenever she dared.

In the first revolution she aided the injured,

Made a hospital within her home,

Her rewards was three days in prison,

For helping the rebels in fighting the throne.

They were different views, two different conclusions,

Whom we love and who to defend,

And our hearts and minds can be so far apart,

That they never connect till our days reach their end.

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William sailed from England to Russia,

Desperate to reconcile rebels and state,

He spoke in The Volga & Moscow, St. Petersburg,

Scorning the violence, the terror and hate.

Anastasia went to one lecture,

Captivated by all that he spoke,

In two weeks he was sending her flowers,

Asked in return for the books that she wrote.

She was moved and touched by his letter,

But on reading the paper that day,

The claims that William was paid by the Tsars,

That she instantly threw all his flowers away.

They were different views, two different conclusions,

Whom to love and who to defend,

And our hearts and minds can be so far apart,

That they never connect till our days reach their end.

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Seven years alone there in Russia,

Till one day in the paper she saw,

The beast of the west that they called the titanic,

Had sunk without trace to the deep ocean floor.

As she read, she learned of its troubles,

Scanned the names of the passengers’ dead,

And there by chance to her horror of horrors,

She saw the fate of her William Stead.

Why was he travelling out to conference?

Why did he think he must save all the world?

Why did she value the claims of those papers,

And not hear the heart of an innocent girl?

They were different views, two different conclusions,

Whom we love and who to defend,

And our hearts and minds can be so far apart,

That they never connect till our days reach their end.

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