A King lives among us, one of our own,
Not bought and paid for, he lives all alone.
Fighting for people and singing their songs,
His crown stays invisible, except to the strong.
As a young lion I entered his space,
Welcomed by the hand of his divine grace.
Not once did he ask me to bow or to kneel,
Nor did he get me to sign any deals.
He lifted me higher than I’d ever been
Though, sadly, the same can’t be said of our Queen.
A Philosopher King speaking wisdom and truth,
None of those false airs that make him aloof.
I’m not a Royalist and never have been
And I’ll never bow to our current Queen.
He earned my respect being loving and kind
And taught me more about our beautiful minds.
A King lives among us, one of our own.
Now where did we leave that real Royal Stone? ‘
Destiny they’ve called it, but we’re living a lie,
Crowned on a fake one she’s not bound by the ties
Of a mystical land with traditions so strong
But don’t worry all will be shown before long.
It’s time for compassion and the truth to be told.
Time to move on from the decrepit and old.
A time when our Hope diminishes fear.
A time when that truth rings in every ear.
We’re nearly there, keep holding on tight
We’re leaving the tunnel, heading into the light.
A King lives among us, he’s one of our own.
Not bought and paid for, he smiles, all alone.
Fighting for the people, writing their songs.
His Crown kept invisible, except to the strong.