Ever think about this
The burden of bliss
Royal blood lines trapped in an abyss
Hemophilia by incest centuries in the making
Heavy weighs the crown as lives are forsaken
So blinded by the power, glory and fame
Royal subjects never notice the struggle, and pain
King Tut died at 19 and walked with a cane
Those we idolize would gladly trade their money and fame
Gods, Kings and Queens trapped in hell because we worship their name
Greener grasses with no clue of the true hue
Each wishes to walk a mile in the other’s shoe