I was always a subject, never mistaken for a king
I know that
Kings are supposed to be blessed with wisdom
But a crown doesn't make you smart
If you're a good king, it makes you think about
Other people's problems, not just your own
A wealthy person may build what they build in the beginning
For all the right reasons and Maybe they get
Caught up in it all, out of balance as their empire grows
Yet they diminish in spirit
And loses something more precious than even gold
If not careful
They lose their greatest love
Were I that one, and offered to resolve
I would give the loved one that which was built for them
In the first place the whole empire freely
And I would give them something that not even an
Emperor can buy, a Father's love
And I need no armor, neither real
Nor of the mind nor any protection
Nor any crown to stand before you
And say I love you dear listener
May the road rise up to greet you
May the wind be always at your backs
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand