Portrait - Unprocessed

I’ve been crowned king from when I was born

I’m in constant struggle to stay clear

From my cheeks roll golden diamond tears

Diamonds

You are born to make me feel my power

Amuse me with your unpretentious arts

Draw my face and make up for my scars

My scars

We walk the earth on sullen ground

Come wipe the dust off from my crown

You paint me with a brush of gold

Paint my portrait

Before I go

Don’t you see me sitting on the thrown?

Can’t you feel your worth it’s in your bones?

Mix your colours like you did before

Before

Bow down slave

I believe it’s time to change

The colours on the canvas

Don’t let them see I’m anxious

We walk the earth on sullen ground

Come wipe the dust off from my crown

You paint me with a brush of gold