Confessions Of A King
You must remember all the battles,
That broke out in our land,
Those Heroes not forgotten,
Who gave a helping hand.
I myself have not forgotten,
All the people that we lost,
All the men, women and children,
All the souls that that mattered most.
And now, I hear your question,
Where was I on that day?
When they killed all my people,
When in piles all the dead lay.
When the sun became a fire,
When it burned the blissful breeze,
When the day was filled with shadows,
When death clouded the breeze.
When they set fire to our patience,
When we could not sit and pray.
When we battled with our fists,
When the colours turned all grey.
And yes... I do remember,
The day our people's words were heard,
When they killed without pity,
Our visions became blurred.
Our tears ran down in rivers,
Our country ripped away,
Our voices were all silenced,
The days filled with dismay.
In those days we did not believe,
We had forgotten how to fly,
When our wings had been imprisoned,
Our soldiers left to die.
My father did not care though,
He gave my people nought,
And now he lays still on his deathbed,
Alone with his memories and his thoughts.
And still he does not care,
He has forgotten how to feel,
He has forgotten how to love,
He has nor heart left to heal.
His heart cannot be fixed,
For he has no heart to break,
The bandages are made of thorns,
His soul con not awake.
But please! I ask- I beg you!
Do take me as your own.
I'm your friend- your other half,
I do not want to be alone.
I am as well a fighter!
I give my heart and word.
For this land we call home,
I will defend without my sword.
Ah but look, the time has come,
For me to bid goodbye.
My friend I hope you understand,
My tongue speaks no lie.
You came, you sat, you listened,
And now here is the thing,
What I have just told you...
Are the confessions of a king.