Beautiful stars
Stuck in my head
Trapped in darkness
“Set me free”
Set me free

He stands before His Father's pride.
Asking for their approval,
But only anger circles in reply,
Their shameful critique deemed crucial.

As tears weep from poor Little King,
He runs from the cruel and forsaken,
But 'You still need me' His Father sings,
With one glance back, he is poorly mistaken.
-Adrian. H

He reigns in greed, destruction
Fear, and hate,
For the sake of people’s appeal,
He conquers their cries,
Upholds the lands higher than all else,
But he does not wish to be here,
He does not wish to conquer,
To reign,
To be King.

He wishes…
To go home.

Why is it in this world,
That we build our love on hate,
And we build our hate on love.

Why is it,
That we strive to have,
To keep,
To take to get all these material gains.

Why is it in our hearts,
That we blame our lack of change on traditions,
But fail to see the tradition of change.

Why are our hearts closed in this world that should be open?

I drown in your sin,
Destined to smile,
At the sight of my own fallen kin,
Holding hands, we rein in exile.