The Rise of the Throne

solemn peaks in their traverse sport the sway of a cool breeze coupled with a stench an odor of aroma coming from a nearby warehouse we all have traveled this road before a timely given chance at which to explore perhaps this was the path where Nero once tread many lines of thought running through my head as in society today its the walking dead wheels of steel just to walk the New York mile just to know all the while with a smile the rise of the throne when your all alone a polished hand with greet you & begin to teach you we all must learn from each pathway we go places with faces that we need to know snap shot memories in your past having so much fun with a hope that it would last we must look above to the heavenly love in time you will shine like never before lest I implore another opened door The rise of the throne when i'm home all alone searching for bread like a dog without its bone we can each learn from our mistakes call it fate every new day is a discovery to take you to places where you want to be what is my last and final plea never give up on your dreams