The king
Once it was told , a king forget what he should
The sky is blue so his eyes , no one know when he crys
Strong as steel , but no one is afread , calling forgiveness whatever it takes
Screaming when he's mad , he's a little crazy and the scepter in his hand making him bossy
finds himself alone , he is a little bit of loner
Try to get his goal and he is lonely still
Fighting in a battle , protecting his home , and when u read his thoughts , darker and darker has become
Rarely see him smile , mostly for his own , he's a little selfish , perfection is hard to be found.
He don't eat a lot , something making him full , it could be sadness , it could be hope , maybe his stomach not that big as we thought
He have a friend , no one denied his existence , calling to play sometimes, to be honest his a little unpleasant.
This is our king , it could be anyone , maybe me maybe u , maybe his friend could be too.