Tortured in our daily lives
we need to find release,
This is how we find ourselves
Walking with the kings.

Walking with the kings,
who seem to have it all
they tell us what to do,
so that we may not fall,
to us they seem like gods
when in reality,
even kings do stupid things
to end up like you and me.

Each man his own endeavor,
each life a new mystery,
That is where we find ourselves
walking with the kings.

Walking with the kings,
who seem to know it all,
they hold our hands out gently
to help us catch the ball,
they give us kind advice,
and awaken deep inside,
the voice that hid away so long
slowly causing, our demise.

To each may his life prosper,
but fear not a tiny thing;
for even when the fat lady sings;
you can go walking with the kings.