The Lonely King

a big ol metaphor

I had to stop, I had to.

I can't keep writing about sad things

It just brings me back to the saddness

And the madness consumes the king.

 

So, on my throne, I sing alone

trying to make this kingdom home.

Turning the tides from everyones minds

and flooding there hearts with hope,

 

but on my throne, I sing alone

trying to make this kingdom home.

I speak of strength within and inner faith

and seizing every moment you can take.

 

I smile for what the future holds

and when I'm old, I'll speak of sights I've seen

with the love of my life,

my beautiful wife, that I have yet to meet.

 

But still I sit, I sit still alone

and sing atop this lonely throne.

I sing, I sing, I sit, I think

I think this king has nothing

You'd think a king with everything

would have but one thing to adore

but a man with it all needs something more

 

So here,

take all I own

I renounce the crown

I step off the throne

 

because now I sing, but not alone

I sing with my kingdom, now my home

And together, we sing.

We sing alone.