Craving only for themselves
craving only to be kings.
What if they could be more,
what if they could be free?
They dream of love without truly giving,
a story without meaning.
Holding on and letting go whenever it feats
they try to look wise and so their fears won't ease.
They try to cover a pile of lies
they try to fill an emptiness of sentiments.
But we are not fools we still got a heart
we still got a soul with eyes wide open.
They reflect nothing, they are shadows of nothing.