My words is all I have
My only shoulder which to lean
I accept the life I live
And with it the pain it brings
Trying to find my own path
And cut loose these puppet strings
So I can then leave the nest
And span the beauty of my wings
I Live amongst the serfs
Dreaming to one day be a king
But it seems I'm just the jester
Not worthy of a queen
On the penumbra of deaths light
In the shadows I'm un-redeemed
In happiness I still believe
Even when it can't be seen

I'm aware that my actions
Have lead me where I am
the pedals of my flower withered
Now I'm just a lonely stem
But I know they'll grow back
As soon as winter ends
And then this withered flower
Will get to bloom again

Its hard to keep fighting
When defeat has made me weak
But I push through the pain
In hope 1 day ill find relief
So when I lose my way
I listen to my pieces speak
And through the bars I read
I lose sight of disbelief