Closet chronicles by Kansas
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 second 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.
And 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 where I will enjoy it.
Where innocence plays with all the laughing children...
The ones 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 could 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.
Oh, 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.
Now he left us all to travel 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 done.