Crown's Every ThornLet's hate him for his innocence,Let's curse him for his pride. He must think he's "Pure of Heart" He must have things to hide. All the rest of us our sinners, Does he think that he's above? I bet he still believes fables of Integrity and love. Here he comes, lets turn our backs; Fill empty hearts with scorn. Make him ashamed of what is right; He'll curse crown's every thorn What's this? His pity, and a smile he gives us in return? He doesn't owe us anything, but pays hurt with concern? How queer, indeed, to witness this, We just don't comprehend. Move on, find new ones to hate; Continue to pretend. |