Burn ancient burn on the sweet child's
Eyes
For he has yet to conquer the world
And his father's rhymes.
He won't rhyme though he is free
And like all free men
The ancient roar will smile in his face
Pure as a flower
Proud as the sun
Soft as the rain.
Electrifying like a brainwave
He shall surpass his fathers
And build his own empire
Where he shall perish
Yet free as his son too will be,
Dreaming in clouds of fire.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
Burn ancient burn on the sweet child's
Eyes
For he has yet to conquer the world
And his father's rhymes.
He won't rhyme though he is free
And like all free men
The ancient roar will smile in his face
Pure as a flower
Proud as the sun
Soft as the rain.
Electrifying like a brainwave
He shall surpass his fathers
And build his own empire
Where he shall perish
Yet free as his son too will be,
Dreaming in clouds of fire.
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