Everyday Kings

I’m no king author But I’m an author of my script He rides and I write To tell you what days might be like I am at your disclosure Un-expendable but humble in my composure The kiss of allure Blissful and pure How much more Might we on this journey endure I was once a written testament Now I write when it’s best I vent Brandy on a sunsets portrait With all this said I am your’s unfortunately Sadly a pioneer to keep A lung punctured and barely breathing A mothers sore beyond her bleeding Keep your depths in confinement She was a touch of blueberry With a wine’s scent Life can be brutal at times Did you think I’d lay And never awaken Awaken never to lay It’s been an honorable stay Perhaps I was awakened too late This is for the last good night Sleepless in my last good fight I am sure to be alright Sleepless on this last good night