Silent King

To the ones I left behind, And the ones I have yet to meet, I seem to have let you down, I became your lesson. It's not your fault; your own self reminds you of your fears. You in the crown, I'm talking to you, You are conditioned to feel pain in silence. It's your fathers and their fathers who broke your soul, Yet you turn the other cheek for more. You with your sword, don't be fooled by the voices in your head, They are not your own, Break the mold, Leave the old skin behind, The one which crumbles the scales and shines gold.

Some may crumble, waiting to be reborn. Your stories will be retold As a new man without the added weight of his crown.