Kings
Kings--by Bryce Cunningham
Kings die for vaulted ceilings
To be painted like angelic beings
Living frozen pass the times
Shadowed history behind their eyes
Fashioned faces silent and cold
Telling lies from the days of old
Prideful smirks filled their ways
As daily they died in their wasted days
Fortunes they sought, power they craved
Insatiable brutes challenging the grave
Dancing with death, chances they took
To be remembered in old dusty books
Filling their lives with pointless loves
Forgetting their power came from Above
Denying the God, their greatest tragedy
Not knowing that dust is all they'll ever be
Kings may die for vaulted ceilings
But I will die for my King's company
Blazing faith may be all I'll ever be
But blazing faith is all I'll ever need
Kings die for vaulted ceilings
To be painted like angelic beings
Living frozen pass the times
Shadowed history behind their eyes
Fashioned faces silent and cold
Telling lies from the days of old
Prideful smirks filled their ways
As daily they died in their wasted days
Fortunes they sought, power they craved
Insatiable brutes challenging the grave
Dancing with death, chances they took
To be remembered in old dusty books
Filling their lives with pointless loves
Forgetting their power came from Above
Denying the God, their greatest tragedy
Not knowing that dust is all they'll ever be
Kings may die for vaulted ceilings
But I will die for my King's company
Blazing faith may be all I'll ever be
But blazing faith is all I'll ever need