I’ve built a life of hallways
Nothing but open doors
I walk past all of them
Till I stand outside of yours

I sit and watch you play
Until you fall down
Then I come to your rescue
Cause I’m the king without a crown

These words that I awoke to
Burning baleful in my mind
They had to be written
Or risk being lost for all of time

What meaning might I glean
If I dived into their soul
Maybe I cannot love
If I’m not some hero

These words are just symbols
Bits of broken glass
I fit them together
Till the pieces form this mass

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