Uncrowned

Wisdom cannot count him down, he's cast his lot for pennies. No shadow cast his tennet crown, by death he's lost so many. Wicked is the space he gives, to share with those about him. Without the wish to share his soul, his father cannot crown him. Blood that cannot cross twice over, keeps deep the roots of Kings. All that found what knowledge brings, aren't granted anything. With every cross he's forced to carry, lives weight has got him bound. He's not the pride to be the King, his father keeps him down.