me, the prince, the king, and his light

i sit here
in this dark room
the sun is out but i feel cold
been here for 3 months
actually more like three years
still wish i could dry these tears
hopeing to here you call
one more time
for another meaningless rhyme
though i never got to say it
you were my light at the end of the tunnel
remember when you said
thanksgiveing dinner was all i'd want when i got home
two weeks after your suddenly gone
i felt bad cause you were in that house

all alone

i wish i was there to help lead to your throne
oh my king and ,master no longer here
now the prince is the only one left
but hes lost in the dark the light now out
wondering what the world is about
he sits here typing his brains out
but words on paper wont bring it about
the reasons i feel left out
dad i miss you
without a doubt

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