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.