Drafts of the Soul

Crown

Behold --- for a new king will be born
The crowd rejoices and blows their horn
Another god will be adorn
The land again will be torn

Beauty masks the ugly motive
And blinds the impulsive
People tend to be deceived
By their stubborn beliefs

Now, it is the time
To open our eyes
Open up your minds
And see behind their lies

Give them the throne, not the crown
Don't let your homeland drown
Just look at everything around
It's the treasure owned by your town

The life we have is from the sun
And a king should be one
The protector of the wings of his son
The legacy of what's undone