Strait through the fire
As I break the ice
I'll walk through the Desert
As you take the flights
But now you bow down
As I take the crown
Now you know the sight and sound
Of someone else taking the crown
Now you can look
And what a sight it is to see
Now you can sit and think
Of what it's like to be like me
Now these few thoughts
Aren't a reality
It's just one thing
I wish was a possibility
you rhymed crown with crown (not that there's anything wrong with that cause i do stuff like that all the time, but i just felt like pointing that out) good poem...
dude i was reading and it feelt like thar was somthing mising .... ne way i liked the poem ne way ... oh and fuck em ...were fucking chug a lugin