wo friends they always were and knew they’d ever be, built an empire side by side. Their trust complete,they were as one identity, beyond the bounds of greed or pride…. Then a young woman, just a slave, caught Ibrahim’s eye, And he asked her for her name; She came forward, she sat down, began to cry, raised her eyes to him, raised her voice to sing, singin’ I was born to please you, I was born to rule,
to be free, turn the empire’s destiny… Someday, she’ll be on the throne, for Roxelana….
She was presented to the Sultan as a gift, A slave he’d never seen before, Against all odds they fell in love, and then they lived, joined as man and wife- she changed their way of life, singin’ I was born to please you, I was born for love...
Deep in the night, Sad and lonely, Ibrahim died, Fighting for his life, Thinking, thinking: I was born to please you, I was born to love….