Who can understand the true fate history reports of fallen kings?

How long does eternity hold the beauty and grace of a love lost?

Why will ambition and pride sink mountains to the depths of history?

When will the soul refine it’s appetite yet maintain its youthful hope?

What is the price we must pay for forgiveness and mercy?

Fallen from grace, I am the king whose tears cried for the kingdom lost

Blessed with Eden only to watch it vanish in frost

For all those who seek they shall find,

The fruits of my labor I have received in roses of regret

Shame is my crown for violations of this soul

The present can be written and the future may be shaped

However we survive after the storms will not be foretold

Hope that will erase the sins my false friends; arrogance, jealousy and fear

Faith that we shall raise our heirs to respect commitments

Honor the knock of love upon our hearts

A ship limp’s to port after the devastation of life’s storms

Hope and faith are the winds delivering the fallen to their homes

Now that all my deeds are sunken treasures for history to hide and…

Dedication of this saga to the one who shall honor gifts and blessings

The ultimate love transcends time and place for the living and the dead