The Lost Throne

Make way for the King of nothing,
Where he suffers from defeat,
Where he wins and loses.

Make way, make way, as he enters the room,
A man of conviction who suffers in doom,
A Knight, and King of nothing.

I say to you; why do you continue?
Why do you attempt to clean your shoes?
Why is it that you can't seem to give up?

We make way for you, my King of nothing,
Although you enter without a plan,
And even if you can't ever grin,
Have you figured why we're still chanting?

So make way make way, for the King of null,
Let him speak, let him dwell,
Perhaps one day he'll make his stand,
And slay the dragon, or be the man.

I beg your pardon, my highness, sir?
Was that a cry from in your crown?
Why do you seem to have emotions?
Aren't you not suppose to make a sound?

So make way, make way, he's showed he's stressed,
With blurry eyes on his conquest,
It's possible that maybe he's just a man.

Make way for the King of despair,
The one who was nothing, but is brand new,
The one who tries, but fulfills nothing.

O king, my King, what have you now?
I see a light that shines your crown,
It seems to love your empty gown.

Make way, make way, for the King of growth,
Show us why you changed your glow,
You started at nothing, still with nothing to show,
But now you seem to be at ease.

Make way, make way, bow on your knees,
The king of life is walking this way,
He has no plan, or past victories,
He has dried up tears and a queen by his side.

Make way for love, make way for tears,
Make way for compassion, make way for fears,
Make way for triumph, make way for tribulations,
make way for everything, make way for nothing.

Make way for the King,
searching for his thrown,
Make way for perseverance,
Make way for personal growth.

Then one day it may all make sense,
Make way, make way, for the possibility of fulfillment.