Uncrowned King

I may glitter But I ain't gold But under these tremendous amounts of pressure A Diamond, behold When it's all said and done And the story is told About a King who was humble Like the fly eating toad Who wouldn't hesitate to hit them rumble strips on the side of the road To lend a helping hand to MAN Cause that's the debt that he owed In his heart, he loved thy neighbor The same way he loved his own In the hearts of others Is the place he called home How long will he roam On this lonely desolate road Until he's finally crowned as the King of his throne?