Their residence would become a foreign country
For love or faith, they would become
An immigrant on a distant land
They would leave and not look back
Their lives sifted like grains of sand
Always a stranger, yet striving to build a life
Never really to call it home
Alien in many ways, such a long way to roam…
They would deny their royal birth rite
No longer to hold a scepter of power
They would build a new life,
Their histories devoured
Not for lack of love for native country
But for that promise their heart had spoken
For a crown is an empty adornment
If ones heart lacks devotion
And a royal bloodline is cold
Without a body to keep it warm
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