the old king saw him young
and now he saw no child
what he bore with all his love
gave him a fruit rotten and wild
in songs of him, in lores of them
he heard not a sound
and now when he could see more clear,
He saw only the dark all around.

and where is my crown, the old king asked-
Should I bow my head so low ?
You stand there with one mocking smile,
What truth I don't know ?
in a sky so blue, in a sky so dark
we stand strong behind our walls
and if you dare to bleed my love
You'll taste the sharp of my claws.
not on my head, not on my throne
but them eyes know no lies
and in here with all that is mine
you dare to look in my eyes ?







and so he whispered and so he spoke,
of the gods young and old-
the little man with red in his eyes-
and the words so cold

and so he screamed and so he spoke
of the lores young and old
the little man with red in his eyes-
and a sorrow to behold.

so the king won't see the stars those change,
in the glow of his throne ?
them colours do change, oh my lord
but every moment a new morrow is born
what is mine and what is yours
that is not for us to weep
and when you're gone, oh my king
what you leave will be mine to keep
beyond the pines I see what we can claim,
Is that not how the world goes by ?
In the stones when they engrave our names,
they would sing not about the moment we died.





If you seek the glory you abide, hear-
the gods won't hear your call
so what if you have age by your side,
you haven't seen the scattered dolls
and where is your kingdom ?
to rule them all,
is that how you will cause them stars to fall ?
you are mine and i am your king
you know nothing what lies beyond those walls
In a sky so blue, in a sky so dark
the stars have a place to hide
and what will you do when you have them claws-
Open your heart far and wide ?






and so he cursed and so he wrote
every tear down on a page
and so he purged and so he wrote
Every scar from the rage

and so he cursed and so he wrote
every drop on the page
and so he purged and so he wrote
behind the curtains of the stage





I will find my own fate, said the little man
my father knows nothing of the ills I've seen
we're mocked all about from beyond the walls
I've always wanted what we must have once been
In the name of the gods I must seek the justice
my blood will seep in the ground and mark my claim
I will uproot the graves and make the dead speak
for they knows about the people beyond the walls, small and strange

I’ve been given a book, a Book of Instruction,
A book of what’s right and what’s wrong.
But when I am nudged towards this path of perfection,
I turn the other direction.

If I were not told of the wrong thing to do,
I would never think to even do it.
But because of my sin and my enmity of the true,
My promises to do right, simply fall through.

This book gave the path to life,
But all my sin saw was a chance.
A chance to bring death like a cutting knife,
To make me live through the strife.

Sin go away!
Leave me be!
No matter how much I wish to follow whatever the LORD may say,
You’re right there, to keep my decisions at bay.


I leave Sunday morning on fire for the LORD,
But the week goes on,
And not once have I gone and explored,
The opportunities the LORD for me has stored.

It is not who I who act, but the sin that lives within me.
But when does that sin become who I am?
When does my selfish ambition become not an entity,
But a part of the person I am to be?

What a wretched man I remain,
Only lukewarm: saying not acting, thinking not doing.
I want to act but the sin restrains.
Who can cleanse my countless stains?

Jesus,
Only Jesus

Thank you LORD Jesus, for loving me nonetheless,
For delivering me from death more times than I can comprehend.
Your Book of Instruction does not just judge and assess,
It is the Book of Life, made to bless.