comforting a king

Your marjesty

long live your highness, long lve your marjesty!
Are the sounds i hear from the crowds
Forgive us your margesty
For we are guilty of what we did not commit but was
a calamity has befallen us,
Caught us un aware
It was un anticipated
forgive us my lord
These are the cries of your people
All your men are bowing before you
Kiss your feet at the ground
As they sweep your path.
Shout out loud your name as they sing the anthem to your glory
They try to console you
Allow their condolonces
Trying to comfot you
Embrace them my king
So many words have been shot at you
And they hurt like bullets of a riffle in your chest
We stand with you in times of crisis,
Turn the sharp words and threats to soft
And here we are!
Shall help you nurse the wounds of your heart.
Be firm and strong at your throne like a lion
Hide in skin of a dangerous serpent that does not harm
Reign like the king you are
And we shall protect you
Long live your marjesty