Your Kingdom, My Life

I once lived in a realm A kingdom as vast as an open farm Wondering why I was offered a place so warm? Sitting without a scepter, a head with no crown I am just a humble servant Not a king but one vagrant I am honored to be an entrant To be recognized as true servant I have sailed many seas Through the years lurched and subsist Yours is the kingdom where I stand and exist My life in your palm, so kind and so warm... I commend, not resist!