by Mitchell Beanland

Created on: July 20, 2009

Blind Kings:

The blind kings did laid their hands of greed,
over the eyes of the people, in their times of need.
We see the shadows of a yesteryear,
so disappointed that we've come to be here.
The blind kings hearts as black as winter is cold.
He doesn't know you, yet he designed your mould.
The dreams we held taken from us by this place.
This vast city, this great disgrace.

Feeling we are owed dues, the world will never pay.
Believe in yourself, and you will find your way.
A king with a black heart, deserves no crown.
His reign a burden on all those hes brought down.
Find a hope upon a star,
Run from this place of endless dark.

Follow no false kings, only follow your heart,
The distance from this place will set you apart.
Hold on to the grudge, and with it sadness will spring.
Forgiveness is the virtue of a worthy king.
Misery won't settle into hollow bones, and broken hearts,
For-giving yourself the hopeful gift of a new start.
For you are your own, therefore no one can know,
what heights you may soar, or how much you will grow.
In other minds, plant this heartfelt seed:
To believe in yourself, because you're all you need.

This kind hearts, it beats strong within you,
I just wish that all dreams would come true.

I wrote this song, so the winters won't seem so cold.
I sing this song, so the dreams you made, won't be sold.

Plan for tomorrows sun to be bright, and hope you will find,
and never look back at what you've left behind.

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