Kings

As a king

I must create my own path

Beyond the shawdows of my father

Against the odds of my skin

I must lead this tribe though the ocean in wich my ancestors drowned

With  steady heart and uncertain winds 

Waking up to  sunrise on the horizen of a lions pride

I hold the crown steady in the presents of fear

I will not die on my knees 

Or be judged by the sins of my father

But create my own shadow for my son to see

Just Kings