Redemption
The Fortune stood stolen,
the jewels were sold
Legacy was buried,
to be remembered only by the old
My Child, those days were golden,
Is what I was told
.
.
The shine remains but the metal is lost,
lethargic rusty mind covered with frost
why should I shield my breath?
His kindness is fraud
I may not be God,
but I am immortal till death
.
.
The clock ticks, increasing the pain
with every passing hour faith becomes difficult to retain
He is no lion who walks in a circus to entertain,
It is time to reclaim lost glory
rewrite the century old story
The Crownless Shall be The King Again.
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