Hail to the king
Oh full of joy to make you sing
Praise to be
Ruled by one and yet feel free
Behold in awe his splendid crown
Oh how his magnificence stays your frown
His palace walls raised so high
If on top one could clearly touch the sky
But behind the extravagance
Beyond the look of confidence
Under that sparkling crown
Is a lost child, never found
Crying for help so quietly
To subjects that follow almost blindly
The walls are high for his secret to keep
That the king has nightmares during his sleep
Nobility to hide his mind apart
And a heavy crown to trap his broken heart