The King

The life is a fight in the rain

Holding on, desperate, gasping, in pain

An attempt to live not for the gain

But instead to remember the slain

To sing out loud, without restrain

To repeat the plea, to refrain

Of love and love and love again

Until the love has lost its ring

And all the voices cease to sing

And there is not a hope beginning

Until the tarnish is on each thing

and earth has lost her reasoning

then is time to search for the king

who will restore justice and new life bring.

Then the earth will grow new once more

And sunshine will beat upon the door

and moss and flowers adorn the floor

silver waves beat on golden shores

hearts will find peace and a quiet rapport

with the shining king who is at the core

of a perfect world forevermore.