The Servant King

[Verse 1] In the days when I was young; A servant boy, my song unsung. I served a king, his court so grand; With humble heart and steady hand. [Chorus] He rose from the dust, a tale so bold; With a heart of fire and a soul of gold. From servant's cloth to a throne so high; His legend echoes through the sky. [Verse 2] Through battles fierce and nights so dark; I found my strength, I made my mark. The king's own trust, his ear to lend; With wisdom sharp, I’d not pretend. [Chorus] He rose from the dust, a tale so bold; With a heart of fire and a soul of gold. From servant's cloth to a throne so high; His legend echoes through the sky. [Bridge] But power's grip, it chills the bone; A fleeting crown on a brittle throne. Built on dreams that shift and sway; An empire’s rise begins to fray. [Verse 3] In twilight’s grasp, my eyes grew tired; I saw the cracks, the fire expired. My kingdom’s fall, a mournful tune; As shadows crept beneath the moon. [Chorus] He rose from the dust, a tale so bold; With a heart of fire and a soul of gold. From servant's cloth to a throne so high; His legend echoes through the sky. [Outro] Now in the taverns, tales are spun; Of the man who climbed, the race he’d run. His legacy, both bright and gray; In the whispered winds, it fades away. [Instrumental Solo] [Slow End] (kingdom rise kingdom fall)