like you own the town
and they come buzzing
to offer you a crown
you drop a word
only what you can afford
hiding fear
behind your sword
i heard you are the best of them
conquering kingdoms
with one arm
and a pen
i heard you led enemies to death
drawing owed breath
with a song
and a string
but your eyes
your eyes
they know not
how to lie
and my heart
my heart
has mastered
your art
that amidst this dancing
and ladies lain waiting
this chanting and swooning
of your homecoming
is a heart that longs
for the peace of the night
a heart that longs
to live right
just alright
i refuse to listen to the crowd
i sit proud
here by my window
covered in a shroud
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