Let The Story Be Told

This is what I've made a while back and took some parts out of and made part of what I already have up

I've fell. I have fallen away from this world. My humanity is now gone and has now drove me to insanity. I've faced great cruelty, and still I stand. I stand, in my hands I hold a sword and shield, I stand bold so my story can be told. I do not feel whole, I feel wretched. My life seems treacherous. It has its up and downs, but for the most of it I remain to frown. In this crowd I feel as if I'm going to drown. I walk among this crowd hiding my crown. I was once a king, but my kingdom had fell. All my dreams that hope for the best repetitively get put to rest. I look to my world that I wish I could fly to, and say my goodbye. In my mind I hope to find where I belong. Alone I stand in this land, alone in my thoughts. In this crowd I don't feel proud. I try not to cry, telling my lie to those who question why. I do not wish to die and nor will I try. I hope my tears will dry. By day and by night my crusades are fought, brought by day my battles are caught at cease by night. Through it all I still stand tall. I'll hold my sword and shield, stand bold and have my story be told.