You had victory in my hands
But you decided to kill our chance
Instead of picking pearls and jewels
...stones and rusty metals
I was made to reduce your scorch
To milk down pity for your hardened mind
To relieve you of your created pains
Its inward for you think who cares?
We know the pain that makes you think
It seems to you that nobody knows
But you forget you are an empty page in our streets
We write your daily tabloid while you roam carelessly about
We were made to soothe your fears
The world is bright...you see it dark with years
Your pains could be made light
If only you can see that we are the kings knight
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