The King (stanzas 1-3)
I am the king,
And that's what I was taught.
I am what the peasants sing,
But is it all for naught?
I wake every day,
And all do exactly as I say.
So why do I feel this way?
Is everything alright today?.
My reign is good,
My policies, uncruel,
But today I stood
And knew...I am just a tool.
In the councils of my men
I know I saw a grin.
A short but telling grin.
I know I saw it then.
The grin was of a pact
That men had forged withdrawn.
So, were they all an act?
Was I now just a pawn?
I see them every day.
And true, they would betray.
Had they really deigned to say,
"Tonight, the king we'll slay"?
And that's what I was taught.
I am what the peasants sing,
But is it all for naught?
I wake every day,
And all do exactly as I say.
So why do I feel this way?
Is everything alright today?.
My reign is good,
My policies, uncruel,
But today I stood
And knew...I am just a tool.
In the councils of my men
I know I saw a grin.
A short but telling grin.
I know I saw it then.
The grin was of a pact
That men had forged withdrawn.
So, were they all an act?
Was I now just a pawn?
I see them every day.
And true, they would betray.
Had they really deigned to say,
"Tonight, the king we'll slay"?