Boneflower King
And now I see it clearly. The time will come when you open the door and you'll find her. There is a castle around her but you're the humble peasant whose harvest is the sweetest. It's not a mountain of grain. It's just a handful of good intentions, kindness and days sitting, waiting, wishing. But you cannot fail. But you cannot fail. You cannot fail! For days went by, you travelled too far, went through sleepless nights and hell was timeless in your depression. You know you're December, but May will arrive soon and believe me: snow doesn't fall in May. Feel the warmth and scar after scar you will embrace the blossom. You begged for a seed, worked for a tree and enjoyed the whole land. Isn't that something you can call your own? You deserve the castle, you deserve the reign. And at times, you wish it was her. But you hear this my friend: the humble will be King
