Kings(We Call Them Something Else)

A man, just a man.
With lion heart
Lone wolf perspective,
The balance sways
From an act of kindness
To the ruling of a cruel iron fist,
Reigning down on all
So they know
You may see a king, though not a king,
A man, only but a man.
Who wears a country
Believed to have wings upon his shoulders
And ears only for the words of God,
He too is under trust
While legends live only as long
As tongues surviving see fit
To spread the truth,
So few things are certain
One among them is death
Chosen for a men, all men.