My King

Sep 07, 2008 17:00

My King

Truth be told I've lived here all alone
Since 1964
Surrounded by walls made of stone
Sitting on my throne

Better days
Will fade away
Bells will ring
But I won't hear a thing
No I won't hear a thing

Wash away the color of the day
I was born to stay
Everything in different shades of gray
The world forgot my name

We'll see doves
In the skies above
Bees will sting
But I won't feel a thing
No I won't feel a thing
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