Just another story

Now that he knows
His end is near
That he is burning
On the flair

His conscience is telling him
To tell a story
So now the doleful King is composing
Just another story

Once upon a time
In a place beside
Lived a, lonely boy
Faintly lit upon his joy

He used to dream at daytime
And create them at night
Those dreams became real
In his palace of mind

He was a silent parrot
A waterless fish
He used his time
To play with me

He was different from others
And never mixed with the lads
For he was sensitive
To people calling him mad

He was unknown
And un-liked by many
People would beat him
With sticks and words, any

When he tried to shout
His mouth was shut
So he fell down
And others laughed

He tried to cry
And ease his life
But only I can see
The hurt in his eyes

When his eyes ran dry
His face was full of lines
Like a river flown long ago
Keeping those sediments beside

His conscience is telling him
To tell a story
So now the doleful King is composing
Just another story

Among his dreams
Which I felt, not many
Was to sing his songs
And to run globally

And they never knew
The fires that burnt
The blood and tears that flowed together
In his songs

They have pierced his soul
And took his heart
They took all his hope
And named him mutt

He was called “you maniac
You fool, you slack
You are a disgrace
To the people you have”

For it was then
When he stopped speaking
And started to write in me

For it was then
When I got a new name
His poems, songs and his everything

Now at last his conscience is at peace
For he has told his story
The doleful King has finally composed
Just another story

Just another story