He’s the lord of all strength
He’s the power within
He’s the greatest of gods
He’s the mightiest king
The amount of battles he’s fought
The amount of pain he’s been through
One question on me; is he inferior to you?

The peasant in my heart works day and night
To keep me alive
The peasant in my mind works every now and then
When thing’s get too confusing
The peasant in my soul occasionally makes himself known
To give answers when my heart and mind don’t know

No king or queen inside my being
There is not even a thrown
Only a peasant who harvests my existence
And doesn’t rest till I’m dead and gone

He’s rules my mortal kingdom
He’s the emperor of my everything
He’s the governor of freedom
How could I not love him?
The times he comforted me
The times he said it was alright to cry
He burned down my sorrow and rebuild my life

 
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