All around you people seem to pass away,
And most of your efforts fail to say,
It was always your choice, leave or to stay,
Two paths to choose, yet you stay astray.

Here we are again, back to the start,
The bed of golden flowers, where you awoken my heart,
My soul may not be as strong as your's has told,
But tell me again, which path you hold?

We are neither good or bad,
Your actions seem to choose no path,
I was once a child of royalty,
Yet I gave my life still, out of humanity.

I never chose to wear a crown,
Many years have past, but I can't frown,
And here you are, a familiar sight,
One last time, we step into the light.