History

I am lonely, lying on my bed, Not forlorn, I've history on my head, Kings' honour, wars that emporers waged, The death toll, the faces hungery, pale, I am lonely, lying on my bed, Not forlorn, I've history on my head, Bleeding horses, tumbling on bodies dead, Injured soldiers, who bore iron hoofs, Wanting water, panting for breath, I am lonely, lying on my bed, Not forlorn, I've history on my head, The castle that makes you wonder, Wasn't for purpose of astonishment, They made it to hide them, feel a little safe, Wasn't that broken? Killed, looted men. I am lonely, lying on my bed, Not forlorn, I've history on my head. God made the holly man, angels were afraid, They warned their almighty, questions were raised, God denied all that, and with pride He said: Ye know nothing of what your Lord intend. I am lonely, lying on my bed, Not forlorn, I've history on my head.