Inside a Dreamer's Eyes
I woke up wanting a seat on the throne,
I folded my sleeves,and took to the road
I'll journey on until i reach
I'll stand the storms,i'll bear the heat
i'll skip the pits and watch my feet
And if the worst comes to me
And wake up in a pit
I'll drill my way to the palace's pit
Using my fingers,and teeth as drills.
I shall build my steps
To get my throne
And if the worst comes to me
And the ground be too hard to drill
I shall make my seat,in the palace's pit
I shall mould servants,and soldiers still
I shall make my palace,with my arms and feet
I shall set my wall,so high and tall
I shall pray to God,to bless my throne
I shall take my seat,and hold the realm.
My throne shall die
When loneliness dawns
But hope,i shall hold on to
And never let it fail
So i shall make my bed and lay on it
Rats and squirells to warm my night
I close my eyes and see my throne...
I woke up having a seat on the throne
Happiness is all my royale.
Copyright © Benson Langat | Year Posted 2016
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