once carried through the current and being swept away the king is in the closet he s hiding from today and though he owns all fortunes this room is where he ll stay and his world is filled with darkness turning grey gazing out the window of the 42nd floor he is separate from all others no one knocks upon his door and it might as well be raining cause the sunlight hurts his eyes and his ears will never hear the children s cries once proud and full of passion he fought the cause of man many people loved his courage many followed his command he changed the old into the new and the course of things to come and then one day they noticed he was gone at first it didn t matter nobody seemed to care they all became too busy to find him anywhere so no one knew not even him the problems he would find on the day he journeyed deep into his mind i close my eyes i go far away away from this battlefield in my dreams well here i will enjoy it where innocence plays with all the laughing children the kind who are crying right now a taste of freedom from the pain of everything here i see life is sweet but i took it all for granted and now i don t know if i can ever tell you just what we permit we allow allow me to forget the life i ve made my own i ve held this nation in my hand and yet it s not my home allow me just one answer and one reason why why this refugee of the family of man must die tell me why  daydreams filled his nighttimes and night dreams filled his days confusion and uncertainty a puzzled mind of haze you thought he was so powerful and set upon his ways well he left us all to follow through this maze i heard the king was dying i heard the king was dead and with him died the chronicles that no one ever read the closet s fully empty now it s occupied by none i ll draw the drapes now destiny is done1