Norman Bleik - I Was A King

People that brought you here

Are making breakfast downstairs

Ring the bell

As quietly as they can

Sat on the chairs

A piece perfected through the years

You are weak

But you are protected

When it’s getting dark

Your eyes are tied to the ground

They light the fire up

To keep you around

And they try

At all times…

Traces of time

The twisted angles of your spine

You wash your hair

And promise it’s okay

Stop on the stairs again

And hold your breath

And shake your hand

Then you breathe

And with affliction

When it’s getting dark

Your eyes are tied to the ground

They light the fire up

To keep you around

And they try

At all times…

When it’s getting dark

Your eyes are tied to the ground

They light the fire up

To keep you around

And they try…