Mighty No More.

The king and the queen they are caught in the rain, running from the devils cursed echoing. Now they know the meaning of what true scars are, when they made a pact that involved there lovely daughter. Hoping on what's not in front of them, hazy has become of them and their wisdom. Oh, eyes set on what only the flames cannot burn, what's the point of love when it does nothing but torture? How is your heart, so settled but apart, from the one who lost, from the one who is in knots and in the tight grip of the villains dark. So make a wish, for the one you once loved is the one you now miss a misfortune from the misguidance you've given out, it's never been noble and you have never made me proud. As your daughter looks down from the sky above, she's brighter than the stars and now she knows that she's loved from the ones who shine around her up there, not from the ones who gave up on her down there. Every decision you will make involves your faith, and weighs heavy on your heart, more than the golden crown that you wear around your head that you consider will never be lost until the day of your death. For blood is not as thick as you would like it to stick, when you give up looking for the one that you loved, in the eyes of God you are no longer dubbed the glorious one.