Look at him, so poor and down
He was a king to his head a crown

Sleeping on the lonely cold beach
When he See other men he stars to preach
"The wall got breached"
Long beard, and empty eyes.
The truth in the sands lies.

"Flee the king he must not die"
I look at him and ask him Why.

Greed he said,  while scratch his naked head.
"The children got murdered still in their bed"
Stream of blood rip through the open sky, as the king flee
with tears in his eyes.
"My children got killed"


Sleeping on the lonely cold beach
"what does it all worth, still a lot to teach"
"Winter began"
Ages been since felt the warm feeling of children love. ?
As I asked, he pointed his finger up above.

"The children got murdered still in their bed"
Shouts rip through the open sky, as the King Flee with tears
in his eyes.

The poor Man, fell asleep.
As I turned away, in the corner of my eye
three small children wondering in the sky

Look at him, so poor and down
He was a king to his head a crown

Flowers bloom, spring as came
Poor man, no one to blame
Winter carried him away
To meet his children laugh and play

Kingdom's fall, war began
Flee my king, go away Run!

"The walls been breached"




Above in the blue open Sky four spirits softly drifting
away.

As the time slowly turns The time as come to pay,  I don't
see them, the old King and children Play.

Silence took the place of war
Death is freedom, victory for .


As I turned away, in the corner of my eye
 three small children wondering in the sky
On a cloud far away, a King Sit on his throne.

Waiting in silence, to get carried back home

Look at him, so poor and down
He was a king to his head a crown

Sleeping on the lonely cold beach
When he See other men he starts to preach
"The wall got breached"
Long, Beard, and empty eyes.
The truth in the sand lies.