The king that lives inside of me
Is one that doesnt want to be
He mounts his horse
drawn to reins
His heart breaks and mends
With the changing of the winds
His crown cracks as his mind shatters further
For a king of glass theres always reason to shed a tear
Because every crack in his kingdom is a sad sign of wear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem