King Without a Crown
Here’s a story of how the King of Hartly
Came to be.
All in all it’s just a mystery!
Hartly is nothing but a small town,
I am just a King without a crown,
The last six years, where it all went down!
Self proclaimed King of Hartly,
Population one hundred and fifty,
The title I claim, It’s easy to see,
How I became the King of Hartly!
It’s just a persona,
I conceived one day,
One where I believe,
I’m better this way!
It comes and goes,
With my joys and my woes,
But when I’m King of Hartly,
This title I claim, it’s easy to see,
I’m an unstoppable force,
One where I hold the torch!
The town is my kingdom,
My house holds my thrown,
It’s probably a symptom,
Let it remain unknown!
It’s not real life,
It’s not for fame,
It’s just my persona,
In this life that’s a game!
Yes I’m the King of Hartly,
I have my ups and downs,
But when I’m the King,
I run this town,
Always Remember one thing,
I’m just a King without a crown!