What can not be said
I will paint for you,
What can not be drawn,
I will sing to you,
No more silly games,
No more prayers for peace,
Seek yourself in me
For eternal bliss.
There, you throw yourself
At those open arms,
Call yourself a “King”
Of no fields and farms.
But there’s only one who will share your place,
That you call a kingdom of a golden race.
There’s only one who will not be shamed
By your ugly tongue and corrupting fame.
So, do not be fooled by a glowing chance,
Given on to you by enemy’s hands.
What can not be sang
I will write for you.
What can not be seen
I will show to you
Sunny world within
When your life is through.
King
© Copyright: Slimka, 2004
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