[T H E K I N G D O M W E M A Y H A V E R U L E D]
The water’s softly running down the hill
Sun’s shining through the cracked cloud
Always getting better, I know it will
The past has been worse, without a doubt
I set a tiny paper boat
Down on the river’s stream
Inside it is a tiny note
That sure won’t ever be seen
The ship progresses down the creek
I wave as I say my last goodbyes
Yet I know, for the truth I’ll seek
My decisions weren’t wise
Speed increasing, the paper boat rushes down a waterfall of tears
And I leave the mountain
As the memories float into the abyss
Of the kingdom
we may
have ruled…