Internal Void - What the King Bought

What the King Bought

Most times a vision breeds just to see how far it goes
And sometimes a wish can feed on self-esteem alone
But every now and then someone looks
Past the so called vital things
A dream is born with lava blood
Iron lungs and severed wings

The search begins for the good times grabbing all it can
It knows that life ain’t long enough to spend it living by a plan
It will not believe in wicked lies
No matter how often told
A sun-splash through a thunder cloud
That’s just as young as it is old

Traded the promises of gold
For a passion considered unsafe
To question what’s told
Credibility then sold
Yet won’t sever one’s faith
Forced underground it feels at home
Safe and sound a gift all it’s own
When done what pays most
Born is a shallow smile ghost
Destined to roam
But on strides the one who believes what they’ve done
Never relying on the rules of some games
In which the rules are the same
Play it dying

This time a vision bred not to see how far it goes
Its appetite could not be fed on self-esteem alone
Matters not if it a fortune brings
Or never recognized at all
Countless rewards and let downs
Is what the real king bought