verdensproblemer og livet generelt - liam i oslo

King or cripple - what have I become?
Beneath these kingly robes there lies a fragile man
What made me a king can sometimes cripple
All that you give can sometimes rob my innocense

Why do you let us walk upon this cliff so steep
When deep below the sea there lies a bed of gold?
And if this should be our battle place
Don`t let me fall, don`t let us fall

Keep me.

I love to hold the hand of one who heal the blind
And saw the leaper run into the arms of love
And king or cripple, they were the same to you
You took a broken man and you treated him like a king