The king of court
A given name he was never proud of
The blinding light from his golden crown
Throwing his subjects into the darkness
A cape he wore with his so called 'dignity'
Topped with only the finest jewelry
Oh such a king he was
Only asking for the riches
Leaving his surroundings suffer from his conceit
That was what the shell looked like
But if you tear it open you'll find something way different
A sad body with no one to miss
A heart covered with weeds and wild grass
Sullied with loneliness and anxiety
Had it been what he always wanted?
To become the grand king of the court?
Through the weeping hollows he searched for an answer
The ground was slowly pulling him down
Drowning and crying in his own doubts
And then,
He saw a hue of orange
A light that shone its way through
It was so bright he thought he'd never seen the sun right before his eyes
'As long as I'm here, you're invincible' he said
He'd never seen a smile so honest and a gesture so kind
Practically an angel he thought
For he was the one who reached his frail arms towards the king
Pulling him out of the darkness
Accepting him for every single thing he was
The king of court, he thought
A name he had never been proud of
Just until now
Did it even mattered at all what he was called?
Because sometimes
All you really need is someone who believes in who you really are.