One Claim
How does one claim change the fate of a man?
Tell me, how does that fate change the way of a land?
When all he wants to do is make a new home
He left it all behind for the man on the throne
Its easy to say what you need
When you know where you're going
When you first start to bleed
I bet it's easy - to be that man
When a murder of crows is at your command.
When you've walked with your knuckles
Dug deep in the sand.
The stories start to change
When the time starts to bend
We all pass down what we've learned from the "man"
But I bet it's different when it't given
By the very first hand...
It's given never taken, only festers within
When your told where to start
But not where to end.
I bet it't easy to be that way
To blind yourself to life
To follow sheep the whole way
So how does one claim change
The fate of a man?
Tell me, How can that fate change
The ways of a land?
When all he wants to do is be at home...
But throws it all away for a shot at the throne.
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