Verse:
they traveled so manys miles, and wandered through many valleys
searching through many streets and checking through many alleys
crossed over many mountains, forest with many trees
channeled through many rivers, and charted through many seas
but he was nowhere to be found, they couldn’t hear the sound
100 miles and running but never footed the ground
until they discovered a cabin deep in a treacherous winter
that sat alone on a prairie, surviving a wicked blizzard
with skin tough as a lizard and blood colder than ice
they bully through snowfall to catch a glimpse of fire like
could he be home? could he be cold within his zone?
and is he still a king with a broken throne?
the light went off now he’s back in the dark again,
comfortable in the shadow so he can hide his heart again
he doesn’t trust in his infrastruture the weakness is
they knock on the door, like Christopher please let us in
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