Johnny King
By repomen79
Oh shinning spirit locked inside' You're gentle childs eyes. Would that our world be not so blind, That so few realise. That kindness given is indeed. The all of everything, That it's small blessings far exceede, The ransom of a king. What? they ask you. once again, I've got no time today. Blessed are those who listen when, Theres something you must say. The greatest bear the greatest load, And the pain that it can bring. Their life becomes a weary road, Its not easy for a king. The kingdom that you were within, Twa,s gteater than without. One day you'll stand upright again, Thats what royalties about. No lesser men could ever know, The cold and the bitter sting. Of the pain you're not allow to show, When you're born to be a kingJohnny died of parkinsons last summer.I'd never seen in my life a human being bear so much with such grace and majesty. you shoulda saw johnny.... words fail in the face of such majesty. I think they always will. Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 09:16 AM PST, Patric Patterson 18 • 0 • 12
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