He reminds me of royalty-
His bearing brightly brings to mind
The best shades of nobility
Spoiled prince hoarding his words
For a sparkling new crown;
See it balanced on his brow
As his nose he looks down

At the rabble-rousers rising right before his eyes
Loudly, blindly worshipping the blatant fam'ly ties

Tell me how could someone who seems
Carved from living stone
Practice this pretense to stay aloof and alone....?

I bear silent witness to this facade of not-care;
But underneath his nonchalance I see a person there

No, I'm not wrong; before too long
His bearing wanes, his sadness grows
As he forgets how to be strong;
Village raises child who grows to defend his home-
A man can only perish when
He tries to live alone...

Watch the rabble-rousers rising right before his eyes
Loudly building homage to the blatant fam'ly ties

Tell me how the prince now feels,
Trapped in living stone
Spoiled prince now gets his wish to always be alone...

I bear silent witness as his heart's wish becomes real
Watch a single tear fall down...
And he learns how to feel.

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