Like an actor about to enter his stage
The boy who would be king stood still
Motionless, with racing thoughts
And expectations to fulfill

For he knew that to be a king was to be loved
And love would turn to hate
And to be the lonely center of the crowd
That would be his fate

But the curtains fell as he put on his mask
And the doubts, they were pushed backwards
Set in motion, with smothered thoughts
The boy took his leap forward

And all were there to see him shine
And all were there to love him
And the boy, he cried and died inside
And the boy, he became king

On the outside there was joy and pride
As he paraded through the crowd
But there was dread and fury on the inside
And the noblest, purest form of doubt

He felt the fear get to him
And the nausea shook him to the core
But like an actor he should wear his mask
And like a lion he should roar

So the king, he put himself aside
And erased all that he had been
And erased all that he felt inside
And the boy was no longer to be seen