My Life As King,,

I have worked so hard I have poured my soul My skin is secretly scarred My bones still ache and sore Even though I have it all Completed dreams and green paper I can’t see you, I’m so tall How do I get back home from this scraper? I used to play in my backyard One day I dreamed to shoot the stars A star that everyone could see A star that I too, could be I thought, I could have it all I could stand so tall And in the end I rest today My fame won’t go away I’m king of all this land This puny pile of rock I’ve held it in my hand But time still goes tick-tock And you could one day have it too But you can’t make it new. I still can’t play the chords. I still can’t sing the notes. I still can’t write the soul. I still can’t write my life. I still can’t capture ends. I still can’t tell you hopes. I still can’t tell you dreams. I just own this pile of rock. I just own a mansion or two. Just like you, I’m gonna die. And hope I see gold, so clean and new. You could have it all. This puny mound of rock. I’d let you take it from me. I’d make you king of this rock.