Kings Like Us - Amber

we all fall like leaves of sad trees.

driven by the

wind we slowly float towards the ground.

silence crept in when our leaves stopped rushing

in, and the wind and our secrets weren’t spread

across the land.

when days are cold and nights as

well, and those are the days when kings are made.

those are the days when kings are made, with cold

hearts and bloody hands.

those that fight wars but

are lonesome in fact.

until they fall like leaves and

silence creeps in.

and it was as if winter would have never been.

the

land slowly forgets.

new generations grow serving the upcoming king.

who turns out to have a cold heart and bloody

hands.

nothing has been learned.

kings are dead and we

slowly forget.

nothing has been learned.

we fight the same wars

again.