Before you were king you were a son
You looked up into your mother's eyes
Watched your father's hands
What thing was your muse?
Taught your heart to sing
The song that would carry to distant lands
Son of labour
You worked in desert heat
Son of nature
You took bitter with the sweet
Son of people
You spoke the common tongue
Son of sorrow
You died when you were Young
Before you reigned you served
You tended wounds of soul and flesh
You felt the pain of your best friends death
How many times was your tender heart broken?
Just to hear your father's voice spoken.
Son of the earth
With working hands
Son of history
Of life's short span
Son of a Nation
Hopes last stand
Son of eternity
The son of man
Joe morriss
25.2.2018
