Kings Song

My life is like a king

That sounds egotistical, I guess

But I swear I'm only pretty cool at best

And I swear, I always thought that kings never had a time or place to rest their heads

From the moment they wake up to the moment they sleep

Their face remains stoic for the image that they keep

And at night do I break with the kings or is it just me

The latter is depressing, yet it grounds us in reality

And late at night do kings beg to cry

Because the burden of their lives have made their tears run dry