If waking up another day was something you could expect.
This little girl was not afraid, it was all she could understand.
To understand her father was gone that day.
No laws in land, so she had learned to pray.
When king was king then no ones wrong.
But no ones right. It's always night.
Cause he's the king, over the land, he's the king, he's just a man.
So waking up another day was something that most would dread.
No black and white, no wrong or right,
all that mattered was what he said.
Don't say a lot, her father was gone today.
The king was law so she had learned to pray.
When king was king then no ones wrong.
But no ones right. It's always night.
Cause he's the king, over the land, he's the king, he's just a man.
