and in the day, we hardly learn
to stay the hands, to still the burn
to purge the dreams that must be blind
or else a sweeter home they'd find.
the small, the weak, the perfect prey
you put your heart on full display:
he turns and sees, he picks you up
to save you from the world corrupt.
the sun continues shining now,
you learn to wear the kingly frown.
at home, at work, the hours pass
and take their toll inside the glass.