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.