Bromance of Kings v4

[Intro] (Soft instrumental with gentle strings or piano) [Verse 1] When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate. [Chorus] Wishing I were rich in hope, With friends beside me, always close, Desiring talents, yearning for scope, Yet joy feels like a fleeting ghost. [Verse 2] Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least. [Chorus] Wishing I were rich in hope, With friends beside me, always close, Desiring talents, yearning for scope, Yet joy feels like a fleeting ghost. [Bridge] Yet in these thoughts, I feel despised, But then I think of you and rise, Like the lark at break of day, From sullen earth, I find my way. [Chorus] Wishing I were rich in hope, With friends beside me, always close, Desiring talents, yearning for scope, Yet joy feels like a fleeting ghost. [Verse 3] For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. [Outro] (Soft instrumental with a gentle fade-out) For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.