The Prince without a King

There once lived a Prince without a King
not in a distant land or far far away.
But in the cities, towns and villages
of modern day society.
The King walked away from the palace, never to return.

The Queen was broken hearted
not for herself, but for the Prince
that would never be a man.
She could teach him many things
except for how to be a king.

The Prince would see his mother cry
and told her everything would be alright.
He would excuse the absence of his father
finding peace within himself.

Using no strength or emotion
on bitterness or hate, that would not change a single thing.

He would hunt with his uncle
learn a work ethic from his brother.
He gained knowledge from his teacher
and power from his preacher.

Every girl was a princess
and he would treat them with respect.
He grew up without his father
but he would become his own man.

On the day he would have taken over
a message he would receive.
“I am sorry you grew up without a father
and now you will never be a King.
And to this he would reply”

“But I am a Prince, a man of my people.
I have earned their love and respect.
I honor thy mother and thy bride
I break bread with my brother.
and there is peace inside of me.”

But more than anything, I have no desire to leave.
So why father, I askā€¦ would I want to be King.

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And bring dinner to me on a plate
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