Treasure Island

Ace Of Black Hearts

(04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

Behind The Echo Of Kings

If I die tonight let be known.
If I die tonight let be known.
If I die tonight.
Listening to the echo of kings.
Importance in both voice and stature.
Who would argue of someone of such blood.
As if they can be difference of whats in the skin of the common folk.
The wisdom of time.
An expansion of ones mind.
I know of things the on the little people shoulders.
Unbeknown to you.
A secret dealing in a secret room.
One with no doors, or escape.
Forever in silence it does partake.
An imagination filled with inspiration.
The bending of the silver spoon.
Mentally breath taking.
A sudden absence of air.
A sudden desperate plee just to be able breathe.
But knowing it will never come.
It can't its not aloud.
A promise to clouds.
If only for the greater good.
A welcome knock on the door.
The time has once again has come.
And all you will hear echo of kings.
And the strength they bring.

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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