Who wants to be a disgraceful man?
Everyone strides to be a perfect man
Enjoy the life with all the bliss
Have a crown to order away every displease
Have all that one could need
All the comforts, all the deeds

But only a few cares about
What all comes with it
Envying it and possessing it
Are two different things
Every triumph has a prize, it claims
A crown is heavier than what it seems

Truckload of worries become a part of life
And even when you do things right
People scar you with their ignorant sight
Disappearance of love and fear of death
Constantly making you frown
And even in pain you can’t complain
‘Cause who is friend and who is fiend,
Is, a question never out of town
Now all you are all left with, is a crown

Despite all of that you still need to be
A graceful man
A man of honour, a man of virtue
A man of words, a man of strength
Regardless of the terms and norms
Stand against the unacceptable roans
For what matters in the end
Is, the grace within your heart

While trying to withstand this endless fight
With heavy burden and heart alight
While crown weigh upon your brow
And shadows haunt you somehow
You need to rise above your fears
This is what you chose to bear
And it’s in your hands to tear
The crown of majestic light
Or let it shine even in the darkest night

In the quest of the endless sky
You can still fly
And the path you trod
Will make you realize that
True contentment lies in the
Solace of a warm heart
And what one really needs is
A sound sleep on a warm bed
Every night.

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