the battle was long
it was a painful ride
the king didn’t know for sure
what things he would find.
the path seemed so cold
he was alone the whole time
mother smothered the kisses
father never understood why.
he found solitude some time after
he understood why the world felt so old
glanced at the stars, once the war ended
finally found the truthful words.
peace always comes at strange hours
he’ll never get over the waiting
fought so hard to find the happy way
but happiness was just a treacherous saying.
the battle never quite ends
he figured that out eventually
still, kept fighting for what he loved
but love was always there, it only took him time to see.