niKopol
06-16-2008, 02:52 PM
Am I still the broken king?
A man with no will,
who can only stay still.
Like a bird with broken wings.
Am I the prince who can't yet weild a kingdom?
Because his power is not yet great.
From which he cannot escape,
the curse of sting and doom.
Am I the knight whose yet had the chance?
To bear arms and stand tall,
and prove he can protect those he loves like a stone wall,
with that arm that carries his lance.
Or am I the farmer?
Who can do nothing more,
than feed and weed.
Never to be more than a farmer.
I am all,
I am none.
It was here, in my darkest hour.
That I realised I had lost faith in myself.
That I chose to let my power slip.
Too late do I realise my mistake.
You can not take my hope. For it is the last of my wealth.
Though I never lost faith in my cause.
I have lost too much and gained too little.
I faulter and seem too brittle.
It may seem fake.
You cannot take this hope. For it is my power.
Only in death will a giant tip.
I will learn to fly and stand high.
I will defend and attack in the name of love.
Till I can no longer walk the sky.
I will provide.
I am all.
I am none.
I am what you make me.
A man with no will,
who can only stay still.
Like a bird with broken wings.
Am I the prince who can't yet weild a kingdom?
Because his power is not yet great.
From which he cannot escape,
the curse of sting and doom.
Am I the knight whose yet had the chance?
To bear arms and stand tall,
and prove he can protect those he loves like a stone wall,
with that arm that carries his lance.
Or am I the farmer?
Who can do nothing more,
than feed and weed.
Never to be more than a farmer.
I am all,
I am none.
It was here, in my darkest hour.
That I realised I had lost faith in myself.
That I chose to let my power slip.
Too late do I realise my mistake.
You can not take my hope. For it is the last of my wealth.
Though I never lost faith in my cause.
I have lost too much and gained too little.
I faulter and seem too brittle.
It may seem fake.
You cannot take this hope. For it is my power.
Only in death will a giant tip.
I will learn to fly and stand high.
I will defend and attack in the name of love.
Till I can no longer walk the sky.
I will provide.
I am all.
I am none.
I am what you make me.