Five days old
His father passed on
This great king
Left one son
A childhood taken

In his youth
The castle he fled
A circus
Took him in
Becoming an acrobat
The subjects were sad

Chaos Broke
The king’s uncle ruled
A tyrant
Who shed blood
People longed for the young king
But he was not found

News spread far
Guilt filled the young king
He returned
Took his crown
Putting his uncle in chains
Still his heart was sad

A decree
For an election
Was set forth
A new king
Chosen by the common man
A free nation born

He was free
Back to the circus
Once again
No more crown
To steal his true happiness
Peace is important