In the land of kings I am a king! In the land of princes I am a prince! In the land of rain I look heavenward that these tears could be rinsed, and thus hidden from view. Thus Hidden from you. You who may see, that in any land I stand alone, a man apart with a fractured heart that beats unevenly, yet carries me through....And if you have to ask, yes I wear this mask, this among others to cover self doubt that bears no answers. As if it were formed of a cancer, that eats at my mind, twisting inside at a maddening pace. Stripping away my imagination, my lonely hiding place. Devouring all but the bad taste of reality; which to face constantly seems a must. Sheltered no more by my broken cage as the bars scale with rust. Trust that I am nothing more than this dust, kissed of gods and breathed life to betray. Burdened of sin again and again under the guise of false pride to ride on these pale winds of turmoil and blame. In the end it's all the same, the details may change but the story remains. Buried in a garden of shame where we have all planted our daisies and prayed for the clouds to deliver the pain.