I used to hold it in my hand
surge of night going to and end
river and streams is dry
like my eyes that never cry
I would be there for you
light my heart, burn some roses
never the less, I see
for whatever you want, whatever you wish
For what it is worth, a ruler inside my sight
gambling with what is left
be a king, a knave or a thief
never look down, forever it will
