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.